In The Wild

<p>I was standin' in the threatening wild,<br /> like a motherless, desolated child<br /> looking for a way to a decent home.<br /> Maybe the forest will give me some.<br /> The tender curves of reaching branches<br /> sing up to me like elven wenches,<br /> and the flowers on the distant hillside<br /> spark like angels in pure snow-white.<br /> Only that weird, monster-eyed darkness<br /> and the creeping shadows of blindness,<br /> they bother my mind, when the rosy lights die,<br /> and the Moon raises up to the sky,<br /> 'cause the darkness whispers<br /> and I don't know why.</p>
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