DarkPoet
Ex-Bluelighter
I slip between the shadows from tree stem to my hearts root,
never to flower in sunlight,
let me bloom in the bath of cool moons glow.
Travelling nightwise, cool air my friend, only keen eyes follow where I go.
I hold no prisoners, am heir to no graces and take only that which gives itself freely to the nature of my cause.
I slip between the shadows,
weaving roots and tree bark into my sheild.
I have no foes and nothing goes, unseen.
D.P.04
never to flower in sunlight,
let me bloom in the bath of cool moons glow.
Travelling nightwise, cool air my friend, only keen eyes follow where I go.
I hold no prisoners, am heir to no graces and take only that which gives itself freely to the nature of my cause.
I slip between the shadows,
weaving roots and tree bark into my sheild.
I have no foes and nothing goes, unseen.
D.P.04
