Lorian

I write about bleeding moss
trickling with emerald through my fingers
like a spring stream through the rock crevice
I write about dark woods, where silence reigns
like a thick cocoon made of loneliness
I write about haunted moonlights and old pine trees
cursed realms where shadowed wilderness meets sunlight
about creatures of deep darkness and spirits of blinding light
the eternity that touches brief with its feather
allowing it to see one more day

I am a beast of ink
a wolf made of words
creating worlds; kissing the dawn