you are savage, my soul
drowning in deepest lakes
choosing the darkest oceans
to sink in

you are so vile, my soul
breathing in the white flames
craving for scorched skin and burnt hair

you are gloriously evil, my soul
taking in the darkness
and building an armor from it

we are so wild, my soul
tearing our flesh to the bone
but standing still after the battle

completely alone

For my cat, who is maybe old, but with age comes experience – he is the best baker.

my ginger leaf, amber shadow
rose skin covered with rust
baker of the morning cookies
you knead the dreams
with taloned paws

your voice descends on the pillow
a ragged tune of content
copper lazy days
filled with your autumnal gaze

brownies and milk
tucked into goose feathers
like a mole hidden underground
you lift sharpest eyes to the sun
embracing the world that needs
a good bakery, when night shuts its door
giving a way to the waking daylight

my wooden ring is a shell
keeping your secrets closed
in the soft membrane
do you hear the voice of the sea?

my key is a stellar wing
it will open the moon
if you want to steal its secrets
it shines with light from the worlds above

my coin guards your dreams
and when you see my shadow on the windopane
the scent of holly berry will guide you
into the windswept forest

far from danger, far from sun

morn fades into fog
silhouettes spin in the dim light
pearly mockery beams into the veiled sky
when fairies circle around the old willow
gleaming like fireflies

their hair wild – untamed strands
their eyes holding the mysteries of the worlds behind the mirrors
and deep ponds filled with black water

the wisdom of olden times in their veins
the cruelty of wintery passages in their hearts

gleaming like fireflies
shining like collapsed suns
drinking from the tree of life
feeding on the weakness of mortality

I showed you the path that breathes blood
in death throes of the night, we painted the world crimson
we sank our teeth in the flesh of stellar dusk
we bathed in red-tinted streams

are you my huntress or are you my prey?

we loved under the pursuing moon
we shared the glory of the wilderness
like it was our last day on the face of the earth
we stripped future naked and led it into darkness

you chose the path by my side
death and the maiden, wolf and the lady
I led you on, marking your wrists with my fangs
you were mine before you even knew me

are you my huntress or are you my prey?

we connected our souls on the highest peak
our bodies played the eternal game of touches
the atoms swirled when we united
death and the maiden
hunters of the forgotten woods

The flaming whip slashes the world; cat-o-nine-tails adorned with burning coals
life splatters under marble statues, prayers reach no gods
give me courage to oppose

we possess the spirit to turn the clashing tides
the chilldeen of the earth, connected with threads weaved with heartstrings
breaking the hard stone in half
writing the lyrics of hope
give me strength to fight

someone has to stand against the darkness
why it should not be me

trees – wreathed with lights
tiny lanterns pursuing darkness
licking the night with small tongues

grass – beaded with dew
prismatic eyes, I see whole worlds in them
they gush and cleave

stones – fathers of the forest
they know the tales of forgotten past
whispered soundlessly when we sleep

my rivers, full of memories
my mountains, guardians of the sky
my woods, I feel your roots in my marrow

how are my wounds?
stitches cover my body with bloodpath
thread sewn into the flesh, binding the past to my skin

why are my wounds?
they emerge from the sea of memories
beads of water – each like ocean

when are my wounds?
everytime I forget them, spiders mute the pain
a glossy web – relief from the weight of the world

under the moss, that feeds on my soul
under the trees; their roots go through my bones
under the sky, heavy with rainclouds
under the stars that whisper to me in language of gods
under the storm pour healing my tattered heart

you’ll find me when the stones turn to dust
and my blood quenches the thirst of the earth