A Dance in the Forest

Haunting brown eyes

I am the doe

Who seeks danger

In the unknown

And the wolf

That seeks my vein

And yet gets lost

In my version of sane

In the forest

We dance to wind

Always on the edge

Of the end

He’d rather starve

Then lose my light

To sate his hunger

I offer a bite

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