Queen of the Forest
Impetuous youth
Scoffing death
Among majestic trees
That embrace the night sky
And me
Fervidly racing time
To revel in one of life's
Few euphoric moments
Hidden in the folds
Of its somber face
Armed with a candle
I chase hungry shadows away
And frolic atop perilous rocks
To crown myself
Queen of the forest
Nature humors me
Its nocturnal chorus sings
While the trees
Bow their heads
In the gentle breeze
My candle does dance
In the silent storm
Yet I fear not
The darkness of death
Only the ebony of existence.
Copyright © Christie Jones | Year Posted 2008
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