At bottom of bottle, i knew it not,

Treeline deceiving, Apollo still rose

Shattered glass, in a ring of mushrooms chose

To sprout towards heaven any way, against the mist

Here alone asleep, the darkened forest was my abode

Except the Moon in Her way, sung no lullaby

To escape, to escape, was a delusion

Even the dryads that haunt in shadow,

Come from beneath the starlight,

So darkness may be abundant, eyelids shut

Yet they left their doze, like Rumpelstiltskin confused

To hear the end of the Night Larks ode,

I reach upwards, and take the black, the forest

And inwardly build a castle, to shelter those still lost

Consuming Perseus, I am light…come forth.


I like pie. Writing poetry for me is all done without editing or pre-thought. Enjoy the dribbles of my mind. :D

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