In the deep white forest
the freedom spreads its wings
the button-eyed bird left the graveyard of walls
its divided soul soars freely with the wind

no more guarding the empty brick walls
they buried deeper, to abandon the earth
a thousand of weeping widows holding them in embrace of tears
the cotton bird shattered its cage
and the button eyes fell off
to show the breathing and untamed
LIFE

wild and fierce

the forest filled with crimson, vermillion and black
branches scratch over, the darkness around weeps
the scent of prey haunts like an apparition
the blood runs faster; water of life storms the caves of the mind
the slain run with me, catching my feet
nothing can slow down the wild red river

it’s time to hunt again

the red sun, wild moon
ashen earth under my feet, each rock shaped by the centuries
the barren land welcomes its owner
crimson blood flows through the cracks, thriving; always hungry

wolven lights above my head
guiding me home
where I stand, dust spins and sways
forgotten by ancestors, lonely as a star in the vast blackness

the light stone forest, swirling in my veiled mind
mirage against my common sense
the rocks shine with an unearthly gleam
as I step into the kingdom of moss

the root and the stone
branches; wood in my blind eyes
my blood gives life
to the age of glowing wonder

the crackled heart torn in half
fruit of darkness lost to the past

the mists among the trees hide the unknown
as I run through the forest, feet touching the black ground
the red pool fills itself with crimson water
the howling in my mind restless and untamed

the freedom calls, a deep yearning
the ghosts haunt me, running by my side

the last that lives forever
the unbound and unbroken

The mists among the trees cover the branches
their song reaches me among the roar of the wild wind

sister pestilence and brother famine
with night they walk and at day they rule
they dethrone the fame and devour the power
feeding on the body and the soul

the death comes welcomed as their reign fills the heart
the three crows’ watchful eyes
follow the path of the dead

release the birds, let them return
the black wings severing air into pieces
the cage can’t hold them too long
release them until they reach for you

the sky shakes as you tremble
and your manor’s foundation ruined
birds returned to claim the throne
here she comes, the Raven Sister

with eyes like black coals and feathers made of stone
her raven brothers tearing the flesh and leaving debris

release the birds
release your soul
condemned hands unmasking your veils
the tree loses the colours turning grey

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