Come dark
Come wild
Heavy footed
Through my
Valleys
Deep.
Come risk
Come dangers
Panting and heaving
At my forest floor.
Come moonless night
Come silent abyss
Suggestive taunts
And hungry licks.
Come howling
Come breathing
Beneath brooding canopies.
Come tread
These unexplored depths.
Come uttering a spell
Come through the hedge
Beneath this mossy soil
Mycelium lungs
Sing you down
Come, hear my call of
Altered Pslams.
Come creature
Come heavy and panting
At the edge of my roots
Salivating
Grunting.
Come hunter
Come hunger
Shackles sharp and shaking
For the beat in my chest.
Sharpen claws
upon my bark
I yield
I Forgive.
Come dark
Come wild.
About the Creator
Astrid
I have always felt like an oddball and seen the world differently to others. My poetry is an outlet for my weirdness, my hearts desires, my fantasies and my deep connection and relationship with nature and fascination with the human spirit.
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