Whimpering with pain, aching bones
Rattled breath
The heart keeps breaking, until only shining light is left
A kind so bright, pushes through you
Widening your seems
Cut. Rip. Tear.
The Soul is bare
Famished,Craving
the scent of moonbeams in your hair
The Soul is bare
Famished,Craving
the scent of moonbeams in your hair
The Silence inside me, is woven by your fingers
Like a silver laced epiphany
Deep deep down, Far far in
Way back into my soul
The desire still emits heat, blood rushes; The Thrusting Beat
A fire still burns, charring my tender skin, from an insatiable hunger within
There is no slowing the spinning of multiverses inside,
Dangling from the moon, weaving starry wands
She wanders where the river flows,
Gliding through wheat fields, Reconciling with forests, in meadows bathed in gold
The magic is seen, merging with the scene
So it may seem, just as a dream
Forever lost in the wild,
The Forest Queen ~
