Neuri

Neuri

It begins,
The nine of years.
My heart starts to pound,
Faster,
Faster,
Running,
Scared.
Tears cold as ice,
Body hot with passion,
My blood begins to unfold.
Howl,
Now the moon summons the hidden within my soul,
Pain,
Delight,
Fear,
Hunger,
Wow.
From two to four,
I run,
I fly,
Symbolic tongue.
Darkness of night,
Skin to fur.

Do you feel your death?
Do you hear the wind?
As it says goodbye!

Now I come for you,
I must survive,
For it is your destiny child!

“When you wake the hunger sings!”

It begins!

By Malcolm.E.Wheeldon
2008

(Thank you for your words and time!)
Peace
Druidstorm

Neuri belongs to the following groups:

1 In The Beginning - Ancient Practices and A New Aesthetic.... Divine and Otherwise