Her Forest Of Pain And Love

I’ve heard it said that she lives differently to most

As she was known to keep her head in the clouds,

I ponder this point, believing they could be right

She felt safer there, alone than with the crowds.

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It was where she felt most at home, closer to the stars

She could parlay with the moon, leaving behind regrets,

She was closer to her confidant, her fierce protector

Who listens intently, while he hears her darkest secrets.

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I have had the distinct pleasure of visiting her soul

She keeps it well nourished and emotionally content,

Until it became a lush rainforest of her pain and love

Visited by weeping angels who are emotionally spent.

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If you listen closely, you’ll hear her distinct laughter

As she mocks her hideous hellhounds, in their rage,

She finds it extremely amusing that they’d even try

She cannot be destroyed in such a way or be caged.

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Did you not realise, it is she that commands the dark

She wears it as her cloak, it’s blackness smothering,

Then there is her polarity as she summons the light

Playing the two secretly, as she carries on suffering.

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She collected animal souls, weaving them in love

The more violent their demise, the more empathic,

Becoming her beloved pets, spying on her behalf

Finding lost demons and being more sympathetic.

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She has been known as the mistress of dark souls

So she can wear their suffering, glowing with pride,

She became their Queen, honoured by the crown

Her loyal subjects happy with the tales she’d provide.

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At times you could see she was growing very weary

With so many demands made on her life, too many,

At which times she would often need to be reminded

To look after herself first, her subjects have plenty.

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Did she listen, no not all that often, unfortunately

And I can tell because she has lost some of herself,

Her brokenness would shed randomly piece by piece

So she’d glance into a mirror and not know oneself.

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No matter how many reminders she would receive

She would either totally forget or maybe condemn,

She’d failed to collect the missing pieces she’d lost

As if she believed she could now live without them!

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