The Wild One
The little girl wandered out of the village square
in the moonlight of the night she climbed it's walls
She avoided the paths that led specifically anywhere,
that night she answered the wilderness' call.
Her feet followed the steps of the moss.
The stars she climbed as stairs,
to places not of this world,
to which she could entrust her prayers.
She whispered her secrets to the voice of the wind,
who echoed, spreading them across the land.
Revealed, they no longer held power over her soul,
her hands no longer held captive to their demands.
She danced in the untouched waters of the wood.
The river bathed the restless sins from her heart.
Dancing she rejoiced for all the good
the day the wilderness tore her and her village apart.
She spoke with the birds
who heartily sang.
She howled with the wolf
who's kinship never refrained.
She declared her love
to canyons that perpetually rang
truths that could no longer be abstained.
This was the place of which she was to stay.
Lost and alone within nature's maze.
To truly live, to herself she had to die,
for humanity had become too cumbersome a lie.
Last edited by Shadowlight; 04-09-2019 at 04:08 PM.
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