Fragrant Frames.

I ran and the running was replete.
Chased by a storm of warn ropes rapped and rang.
Strangle and strain.
Clutter clattered a pattern placed.
Poured and raised.
Proper pondering plundered.
Pace stayed.
 Whispered and fade
Tread tattered temples.
Trampled tales.
Left, lost in haste.
Haggard hapless hands.
 Tremble and fail.
Nothing remains.

Photo from Pexel 
Video from Garmarna - Herr Mannelig