Wood-spirit
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My castle is the forest.
You come in, razor blade-sharp,
you leave a kiss not yet discovered
in the wood pecker's feathers.
He gives it to me.
And so it starts.

My castle is the forest.
I know every tree, every stone,
every purple flower.
You came as a passer-by
but then stopped dead
- in awe or dread?

My castle is the forest.
Yet in your mind of green and white
I am but a young girl
with sleek skin and burning eyes.
A wood pecker's feather
dangling in my hair.

My castle is the forest.
You do not know it as I.
Soon you are lost in the night
- the girl nowhere in sight.

My forest is a castle.
Yet my eyes merely reflections of moon
Still you are filled with desire
- but it will wither soon.
Go home to your mother and bride
go home and play with your toys.
I am just the shadows of birch trees
- the wind is my only voice.