Deep in the forest
Where light is banished
Where wakefulness grows weak
Where all paths are hidden
There lies the Doe
Her hooves deeply rooted in the earth
Her paws flaying nearby trees
Her golden eyes lost in sleepless dreams
Her soft voice humming ancient songs
The words of which are are long-forgotten
There lies the Doe
Whose very milk feeds
The nature surrounding her
And whose very belly
Bore Goddesses who are
Millennia old
There lies the Doe
Her praise be sung
and hallowed be her name
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Poems of a fallen caffeine addict
ŞiirVarious poems I write in my free time. Often short, about supernatural beings, lust, mental illness. Dark, messy and irrational ramblings from a woman who doesn't know how to cope other than with words.
