Rampant, Hated TraitMature
Running through a deep, dark forest,
clutching tightly Hopes and Fears;
snapping twigs and rustles noisy,
silence deader than a corpse.
Running from or running to?
Keen pursuit yet scared retreat.
Wanting, needing, desperation;
fear of rampant, hated trait.
Stopping for a brief long breather,
crying as a beast appears;
backing up against a tree trunk,
joy that wants to challenge Soul.
Running from or running to?
Keen pursuit yet scared retreat.
Wanting, needing, desperation;
fear of rampant, hated trait.
Tear away from Mind-Exploder,
run again before you’re trapped;
flashing gold, you see your finger,
circlet white and pure adorns.
Running from or running to?
Keen pursuit yet scared retreat.
Wanting, needing, desperation;
fear of rampant, hated trait.
Looking there, you see a shelter,
rocky cave with coal-black mouth.
Run inside and light a water,
try to find your streak of Calm.
Running from or running to?
Keen pursuit yet scared retreat.
Wanting, needing, desperation;
fear of rampant, hated trait.
Sighing now, the safety soothes you,
trees don’t sway and winds don’t moan.
Then you look, you see a stranger;
Darkest Fire’s in your home.
How to live and how to breathe?
Scarves too tight around your neck.
Wanting, needing, desperation;
love and Rampant, Hated Trait.

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