The hewer

Piercing
the opacity of darkness,
he walked slowly towards
the woods.
The tacit hewer and his
... ethereal silence
was browbeating the night..

--and here,
muteness is indefinite in nature
thence, he must wait
till the dusk
grows lenient
and
she will come
to tie the
amulet of love
against his lambent eyes..

V@@S..