Jan 13, 2023
Thirteen Moons
the stag holds
the stars in his antlers
the wind finds her rest
in the arms of her sturdy oak
heaven wants souls
nature wants blood
he wants justice
she wants delight
she will patch you up
the peace of the breeze
then cut you
leave while you're alive
but bleeding from
her wounds you caused
he will hold her
in arms she can trust
something she yearned for
since her fall to a earth
that never understood her
the stag holds
the stars in his antlers
the wind finds her rest
in the arms of her sturdy oak
