Deep in the seclusion of this forest, lives a boy
And his demon wolf, defending what bonded them
In the inception of light under the lavish canopy
That shields the boy from the harmful spirited,
Until recently, when they have invaded the forest,
Distorting the peace kept by the spread fable
Of the haunting by this boy and his demon wolf,
As individual torches, the spirited, illuminates
The forgotten darkness, cascading forth
An avalanche of unwanted attention from the outside,
As these innocent looking spirits and their carnivorous
Intentions to breach light in through the eternal eclipse
That has been fought to stay intact by the branches
The boy and his demon wolf sleep under,
But what spirit stays to itself, that dares not
Tip the balance to the outside of insanity’s gates,
So they clash beneath the melting fortress,
Disintegrating stem of suppressed serenity
With every strike upon the boy and his demon wolf,
More invaders join the thundering collision
Drying out every river slithering over every conformed
Foundation stone of this dying hideout, running
Away deeper into the black forest, enchanted
By a need to forget, dream and imagine
That the vivid reality doesn’t exist.
©DorianPoe2016