The Dark Spirit Lives Poem by C H Sund

I am the spirit of woodland dew
of tempestuous beauty
of sorrowful moans and endless cries
of breezes blown and noises unknown
I am the spirit that hell hath freed.

Shiver in nightmares of darkest death
in throes of pain…no mortal cure
cringe beneath covers that do not warm
open arms… beseech forgiveness
Oblivion’s knocking at postern gate

I am the spirit of woodland dew
of tempestuous beauty…sinister tones
I am the spirit that grows unbound
each of you can claim me kin
For I am the spirit you each set free