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The Antler King, the Lover Who Missed;
kisses of the wood, with it's cherry lips.
"Harrow, harrow, harrow not",
his mournful song smooths the rot.
The lantern dark but the springy moss ‘s soft-
"Toil up the soil's sodd, my turtle;
flow the honey, kiss the fuzzy moth
Under the ol moon we dance and glow
O we dance and grow
Come on ye wayward souls" -
and drinking down a colder hiss,
our Dark Pilgrim marches on.
(the Wood wakes from frost)
Notes:
Wirt is a tree baby. He be a-blooming.
(sorry it's so short!!)
Chapter 2: Complete the Cycle of Death
Summary:
A poem from that one line in Pilgrims Progress (@Antares8) that haunts me
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If it moved, it was not sudden;
if it stirred, it did not whimper
it lay,
a log
a fallen trunk of iron-
Suddenly-
something new.
Chapter 3: Beast
Summary:
A poem for The Beast at 3am
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My limbs are heavy, weary;
my torso, a lead trunk.
I am wrapped in a cotton cocoon,
A suffocating fabric prison
Soft jumper digging into my flesh in summer.
The space is too still,
waiting for breath, to breathe again,
And I am hungry.
Chapter 4: To My Youth
Summary:
I was thinking about Wirt learning to be a child again in his new nearly immortal life and then I found this old poem, and knew it fit.
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So I went and bought a ball of wool
A spoon, a crucifix
I laid down on the moss - a brownie stool
And prepared my heart to be fixed.
I found myself a needle and thread
A nod to the spider's web
Stuffed it full with words unsaid and cotton
With aged paper and fairy tales forgotten-
Moss so green and songs so sweet
Til my heart was near a burstin'.
Here's to my youth, renewed!
Chapter 5: Monster
Summary:
The Beast's Descent
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frost and fading
the fading, fading, of the warmth
my bones are cold
and heavy.
tired, so tired, of being human.
leaves are falling, the air is
still-
there's still something else hanging
as I breathe out this chill.
Am I your Monster now?
Antares8 on Chapter 1 Wed 22 May 2019 11:59PM UTC
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