Forest path

feeling lonely, not alone,
wooden creatures side the road,
roaring sound in silence strong,
eyes in endless reeling green.
heart forever proud and keen,
was cursed for love with deadly sins,
greedy lips with sore shall scream,
for nameless ones with lucid dream.
chilling mist of morning depths,
feel tender skin on falling steps,
dirty thoughts on walking head,
behind the back of shadow past.
soaring mind that sin has fed,
seize the hand of hidden path,
wooden night of staring trees,
free this creed of dark in me.