The Lament (Dreams of a Forest)
I wrote this awhile ago. It's based on my personal mythology, which revolves around a crow/woman/goddess type individual who can draw away people's memories, and lives off the energy she obtains thus. This will probably make a lot more sense when I find and upload some of my older poems on the subject.
How many ages have I stood
Amidst the myrrh and sandalwood
How many ages in the sand
Of this land that is not my land?
I miss the shadows, dark and still
Cast by the trees that coat the hill
I miss the streams that round the stones
And wash the stains from off the bones
I am a crow, but must I eat
Such vile, maggot-ridden meat?
Stale cold sins like alkili
The dregs of lusts long since gone dry
How much more now must I see
Of petty human tragedy?
How long shall I live off the pain
Of the miserable mundane?
I long for those who live and die
With love and passion, strength and pride
But such come not into this land
Of bones and bitterness and sand
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