FaunicationA Poem by SolilokissPlaying with words, flora, fauna and a faun
Ebonic clay is cumbersome
Says the faun that flees the night Free me of my wicked ways Paraded beneath the soft moonlight As shadows lurk within these walls Of the forest, twilight hues Are deft to catch me none may fall To the rhythm of disenchanted blues I wish for sanctity, for my release From the prisms of non regard Chisel your schisms upon the breeze Of hooves the fauna made hard For soft feet of the flora pain A faun in fear of capture Yet yearning to know how learning does grow One stronger, leaner, faster © 2013 SolilokissReviews
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