Ebb and Flow

I was born in the wood--
The wood between worlds,
The wood created by poets
Who loved their muses.
I walk the path of silence--
The path that leads no where,
The path created by poets
Who dwelt in their madness.
I speak in tongues with the beasts--
The beasts who raised me,
The beasts created by poets
Who gathered with druids.
As I cry stale tears, a cold wind blows,
The tress move to and fro--
The ebb and flow--
A midnight storm!
My ancestors are calling me:

"As Above so Below".

I follow the whispers coming from the wood
Where I was born,
Where I mourned,
Woe is me, so alone!
I like it this way,
In between the trees I lay,
In silence I pray--
I shall not stray
From the wood that created me,
The paths that sheltered me,
The creatures that taught me,
The poets who loved me.
Written by cobralips (Abbey)
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