A skeleton hides, a monster seeks to find its home in a the forest.
The secrets the linger in this empty and transparent figure.
He dares not speak or scream for help,
he sleeps quietly under the moonlit night.
His days are not what it seems to be, it is always night in his world.
The wolves and owls that live within his forest,
The wolves and owls that live within his forest,
speak to him in songs and poetry about destiny and rage.
He creeps into houses of nightmares.
He walks on roads of cobwebs and dirt.
Not one soul greets his his moon, not one star in his sky.
He holds a secret and a truth.
He knows the pages of his soon to be glory.
He reaches out to the abyss.
His mind never at ease.
-R. (12-6-10)
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