they laugh, deep in the garden
picking thorns and roots
filling baskets with dreams and sun rays
the wolves with wide grins
the masked weavers of treachery

they frolic, over the pond
their tails with ribbons made of tendons
they drink the water of eternal life
the tricksters of the deep shadows
the canines with feline eyes

Choirs of Pain

empty holes, dry lakes of pain
they slowly awake in me
a sound – a crack inside my chest
a warning that never is enough
to ease the agony

a loud scream of the vast choirs
settled under my heart
bitten into my flesh

Sun Crown

I came to you
silently, like a gust of soft wind
your breath’s companion
your creature of morning waves

I came to you
raining good wishes over your awaking skin
kissing you with silk of my whiskers
kneading you to consciousness

I came to you
your purring royalty
crowning you with sun


it grows, my child
it’s everywhere
an earth-touched offspring
so proud over its growth

I see small leaves on my skin
sprouting with fresh mint
with thyme and wormwood

it spreads, my child
it’s in the ground
catkin heads rise
suns travel through the hanging skies
fast, faster, eager to bud

it grows!
it comes!
it touches me with hope
healing wave of bitterness
after a cloying honey

Wolf Fur, Fox Paws

bite through the skin – teeth deep into feelings
wooden veins pump leaves and moss
they flood the pain – dam shatters like a house made of spiderwebs and moth wings
breath out the scattered memories and make new world from them
forest inhales my roots and my bones
taking my blood in – it drips dark into throats of creatures of the overgrowth
wolf fur in my fingers, fox paws around my waist
killed, maimed and torn by day
I mend my wounds, drinking from the black lake
made of my tears, drying out through my flame


I gave you my secrets, tiny bones scattered on the grass
clad in blood and flesh, inside – boiling doubt and fury

I gave you my secrets, talons of the bear, teeth of the wolf
torn from the maw, to feed to night; to fill the hungry well of nightmares

I gave you my secrets, feathers of the wild bird
plucked with trembling fingers, rain-stained; snow-covered

we built a grave for them, a tombstone among the trees
decomposing under the moss

while you let the fire in
crawling slowly, licking them with passion
thirsty for rot, swallowing the skulls hidden underneath

Dead Forest

in dead forest
tendrils of ashes
choke the life
in silent agony
cursed souls
trapped in the scorched bark
open throats to screams
reaching with branches
for the end
music of the forgotten
cacophony of pain
dust-filled mouth
mourning the past
crying with dried-out tears
drained off flesh
replaced with living death
seething with despair

It Approaches

it approaches
crawls on many legs
drags through mist and ashes

it opens its maw
sharp white teeth
perfectly shaped, perfectly broken

it lays in your thoughts
its breath licks your flesh
slippery toungue reaches in

it captures your dreams
an egg laid in tendon
a parasite eating through a bone

Purify and Swallow

we came to drink the word
[ my life circles around your star that feeds on my fears
making me kiss the ring; it hides the sweetest poison
my world dissolves in dark hole formed at your bidding ]

we came to drink the wisdom
[ my knees bend to reach heavens
sky burns with holy fire, purifying my emptiness
giving me shape I always dreaded, in the name of eternity ]

we came to drink the venom
[ it spreads the hell in my soul, plunges obscure horrors into my mind
I want to fill my veins with light
which opposes the darkness with a strength of a dying star
it swallows the void, it swallows all ]

we came to—
I came to die for word
for wisdom
… and for false gods
which drag me into abyss
full of unnamed blasphemies

Wolven Twilight

fallow shadows and silent birches
elden oaks shrouded in twilight
brocéliande’ whispers between concealed branches

we hunt of dusk and gnaw on bones of midnight
trapping the sun between our claws
architects of the woods – spark that never burns out

secrets molten into the soil
hushed roots guarding our blood
our flesh
our skin
bound with the night, dripping of unseen stars