In the dark forest of possibilities,
beneath the canopy of shadowed leaves,
under regal crowns of ancient tree giants,
light and shadow strike a profitable alliance,
touching the roots of their revolvency.
On the path to insolvency,
does, swans, wolves, and the spirit of the wood
form the cycle of holiness and hosts,
the silence of holy communion,
eternity’s food.
Everyone bears something of the doe —
even the wolf, with the fleeting smile of the hunter,
so quiet, so cute,
an offering like the hush of the wood,
the honorable melody of Pan’s flute.
Swans and wolves, claws and bare feet —
so sweet, my lucky deer, so fleet.
Duelists and rebels, the knightly primal clash,
a shimmering touch of night.
And then — the fall.
You’re right.
THE COMBUSTION
Poetry Cycle by LDK
No. 4
Revolvency
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