Odin's Bran

Blood red, the leaves are falling from the sky.

The howling wind hurls 

orange flames through deserted streets.  

Their dancing lightness deceives,

when you are held in the cold grip  of reality.

Wrapped in a foggy cocoon of grey,

you're drowning in your insecurities.

As  sight fails 

- even at the new dawn - 

only Odin's bran keeps you company.