A Poet's Haven

It all began when I was but a child…
Small animals and birds would come to me…
When they had broken wings and legs…
As my powers grew larger animals would come to me…
Their legs were broken by the traps of men…
Within their bodies were sharpened stones on sticks…
Then the sticks of noise put metal inside of them…
I would do my best to heal them…
They came deeper and deeper in my dark woods…
I even helped them when their bodies burned…
Removed the metals and stones from their bodies…
When they were done they would call me names…
Throw sticks and stones at me…
It was then that wolves began to protect me…
Now they know to stay away from my dark woods…
I still help them when they come with their sick children…
When their bodies burn, I treat them…
One day they may yet learn, these are my dark woods…
My wolves and I live to protect the creatures of the dark woods…
It’s the monsters who are afraid to come…
Those who live in the light and prey upon each other…
Those with their ugly words and empty souls…
Those heartless creatures who fear the dark…
As they should…

September 25, 2021

#darkpoetry, #fantasy, #love