The Man of the Woods

the man of the woods

I saw him that evening

his senses sharper than ever

his voice blurred and timid

he gave me a glimpse of a cold winter

and I could swear I’d been there

but only in a daydream

 

the man of the woods

hides in the shadow to reveal

the arrogance of the sun

as the biggest imperfection would be

to speak louder than the moon

of which the man will tell you soon

through cheerless silence

 

the man of the woods

a hunter of the night

doubts make for his guide

blackness is always right

the man of the woods

the man from my dreams

 

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