Beast of the wild places

I come

Bearing ruin

Teethmarks

Tears streaming

With agonising joy

I would leave

Bruises

Burns and dreams

Rapacious as nightmares

Make you drip

With the sweet rush

Of my fury

I may present

Gentle and sweet words

But I am not a soft

Defeat

I am warrior poet

A beast of the wild places

If this is to be 

Then it is

Then someday

I stand before you

And look you

In the eye

And tell you

That I came

Far to find you

Then I might show

You tears

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