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Her Forest Of Pain And Love
Nourished and emotionally content
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.
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.
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.
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.
Did you not realise, it is she that commands the dark
She wears it as her cloak, it’s blackness…
