19:56 May 16 2019
Times Read: 260
Sionnach
I am the walker in the quiet night,
Foot falls so soft that no sound comes treading light,
I am the fire igniting my soul,
Burn orange and red like my coat so full,
I am the trickster no one can see,
They only can tell by the sound of my laughing,
I am the hunter,
Yet I am the prey,
I am the night,
Yet prowl in the day,
I am the whisper,
Yelping out more,
I am the hungry who sneaks through your door,
I am the cunning,
Yet I am the bored,
I am the beautiful,
Yet dripping with gore,
I am the eyes who watch from the trees,
I am the sent you can hint on the breeze,
I am no saint,
Yet no sin do I taint,
I am the piper,
Yet alone I become hyper…
Solitude is a house of the soft tryst,
One lonely but met with freedoms kiss,
Ask the kitsune if life is serious,
She will slyly glint its impossibly duplicitous,
For I am the beautiful yet holder of doom,
I am the carnivore yet too small to bloom,
I am the magician transforming form,
I am the world freeing you from constant mourn,
I hold my breath as the wind passes by,
I am the song that tickles your insides,
In Hungary I am the fool who swindles kings,
In Ireland I am the poet who’s aislings sing,
In the wood I can watch without ever being known,
In the city I can never be tied down as I roam,
I am the spirit of irreducible irony,
Tearing apart tyranny with only mocking its tragedy,
For does the fox become the figure to the tale,
No only supporting he lends to the hero as he prevails,
As I dance in the skin naked in the light,
I realize it is only me in a dream as I take flight…
Sean Stutzman
COMMENTS
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OnyxMoon
20:00 May 16 2019
I like it..