the myth in a dream

as a Satyr I'm cast forth into the darkness
the wind echoing in the distance carries your voice
I run through the forest following your essence;
shadows wander all around and I'm lost to my senses

I fight my way through a crowd of wood spirits
as you fade in and out in a distance of clouds
my instincts of Satyr, both human and beast,
compel me to hunt you, make you my prey

there's a force that carries me through the night
I gallop through the dream to catch you
the stars shining fly like leaves caught in the wind
your gaze is mine; and it's your voice that wakes me.


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