What am i?

In the dewy woodland,i

emit high-pitched sounds-

fearlessly at the icy night-

with no ferocious heart-

to locate the objects that-

bound to the heart of gold-

in this vale.

 

At this night-tide,the sense of-

smell is gone without raising-

my eye brows. I smell,smell and smell endlessly.

The Pungent smell of blood can be

smelled no more....

 

Where it is?where it is?

the red liquid that is not rebellious-

to the ways i want to tread are found-

no more.....

 

A Survive-defying figure will soon be here-

to shadow all the path lies and wrath don't-

heed.

Reviews

[...]

. brilliant ...
. exquisite poetry ...

[Dayran]

Gives the impression sometimes that you think in one language and translate it into English in the poem. I wonder sometimes if that causes something to be lost in the translation.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem. I could feel the desire and need in the words.
"Where it is?where it is?
the red liquid that is not rebellious-"
A strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Thea]

A very fine writing...
Great work...
:)))

[stars are far]

This was well done ..
great piece:)

[SuddenCognito]

Very good, i really like the way you used the ''-''to split it up. :-)