The Long Silence

This long silence wrapped around my being,
A womb to nourish a dream to be.
I sit enveloped in an embrace of flame,
That burns this heart so uselessly.

What terrors rise from hearths of stone?
What dreams are born in hearts alone?

What loves are won and what loves are lost,
By eaten needs drowned in leafy moss?

Promises strewn upon a forest floor,
Are earned by blood and fed by fear,
Bought by pain and sought in sorrow,
But given in need, they birth tomorrow.

I sought in silence,
I found in pain,
I ate a seed from his hand.

I paid with blood,
I paid with pride,
I paid the price of the murdered hind.

But what loves are won and what loves are lost,
By eaten needs drowned in leafy moss?

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