Forest Child

Sheltered by the shadows
…of looming trees…
Their tempting whispers
,oh, they drive the calm-minded to scream
And as these voices combine
an uproarious laughter does begin
While madness and chaos dance
,so do my feet begin to move

I’ve found my place among the giants
,running into an unknown fog
My importance covered with new innocence
If only I had seen them as they looked at me
,their eyes are bitter darkness
,and coiled wrath

Like the sharpest needle on my skin
The wind blows, my skin chills
Prickles of excitement and fear
Meshed into one,
,as my soul turns into fire
…then…
,at the moment my barefeet touch the Earth
I feel her rumble in release
,and the trees, they turn on themselves
As my essence burns those left in my wake