What am I made of that I do now see
Sweetness and zeal has not carried me
Into the arms of a steed-mounted world
Humbly before you, a mistaken girl
Cast your hand again into the deep fire
Include a prayer to ward off The Great Liar
So the next heart may see with clearest eyes
You were just hoping to help the girl rise
Who is there to take
Confession
Who will say the word
Forgiven
Cry aloud to God
Or Satan
When in truth you were
Mistaken
A desolate of some sort
Wilderness to me
And my coat never warm enough
So many trees
Too tall to show their green to me
Too numerous to let me gain a path or compass mark
The roots of them I cannot get from under my feet
The dead moss but slippery still sees my every step at risk
I am tall and I’d fall hard
Who would know it in the dim
The dim
The dim harasses my eyes
Hamstrings my mind
So I refuse to see
Still I know
The wolf watches
Ambery eyes and charcoal black back there and sure-footed
The dim and the fog bother him none, confuse him not
Funny I fear though he will not bite me
Poison I am to him
Still he knows
I think I am alone
May we boldly choose
To follow our hearts, even
Should time prove we’ve erred
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