I bumbled through the bramble,
****** and stings and me entwined.
They cut me deep and deeper
As I stumbled through the vine.
I fell out onto a clearing
Where I bled smally on the grass
And though this moment pains me
I pray to gods it lasts.
She sat above me, beautiful,
Upon a throne of thorn.
Her supple frame caressed by they,
Yet remained untorn.
A lady or a fairy...
Or even better still!
A godess of those prickly vines
That wrapped around her will!
With every step the ivy squeezed
And yet I dare not care.
If she would waste but a breath on me,
I would not want for air...
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
I bumbled through the bramble,
****** and stings and me entwined.
They cut me deep and deeper
As I stumbled through the vine.
I fell out onto a clearing
Where I bled smally on the grass
And though this moment pains me
I pray to gods it lasts.
She sat above me, beautiful,
Upon a throne of thorn.
Her supple frame caressed by they,
Yet remained untorn.
A lady or a fairy...
Or even better still!
A godess of those prickly vines
That wrapped around her will!
With every step the ivy squeezed
And yet I dare not care.
If she would waste but a breath on me,
I would not want for air...