Inside out,
Inconceivable spirits fuse
With the dark mother of forests.
Pupils wide.
Blackness sinks into the skin,
Impeling pleasurable fear.
Whispers of ravens master the biome,
Luring life into a milky desorientation.
Scrooping pines answering to the sounds of wilderness –
Giving forth the night has just begun.
Though the hollow mind is already rooted,
Levitating in lunatic fantasy.
An adventurer with a mad cap,
Moonstrucked by the deepest nature.
