From the forest

across a veil of mist

I hear his voice

a gentle whisper-like

song of words

somewhat like a touch

of hand on skin.

A soothing calm

heart melting

sweetness to the ear

and he was saying

my name

over and over.

I heard it through

the eyes of my

handsome moon lover

felt it on his lips

felt his breath

upon my neck

warm and tender

under a full moon

and sparks of fireflies

and Moon in silence.

I heard his voice

when he looked at me

in moonlight

when he wouldn't look at me

in daylight

when he hid

what he had done.



I heard his voice

in forest paths.

Dense tangled trails

of trees. flowers. life.

In this forest

they have created

a trap.

He speaks the lie.



He speaks through the eyes

of another one.

A beast whose mouth

smells of blood

and rot.

Its eyes are wild

and it snaps at me

dragging me to the ground

of its own hunger

and that is of devouring

the moon-lover

who looked at me

wouldn't he

couldn't he

look at me.

I've learned about fear

and pain

it's...