Her soul smells of the
Long gaceful legs are her roots
While her arms reach to the stary
Night sky like branches of a
Her soft hair are leaves like that
of a crying willow, all things flock
To her gentle embrace.
Red vines coil around her trunk, that she
Only blossoms under the sparkling Moon.
I too now rest in her arms, looking
into the sky that I can never
Yet being with her, the Red One,
heals my loss with her touch.
Sleeping under the sun, her flowers
bloom under her mother, the Moon.
Though I wish to be
at my Father's side, I don't
want to leave her arms.
As she saved me, even though
I have killed so many of
Her own kin.
The thought of her burning under
the hated sun, made my heart
change now that I've bonded
With her, the Red One.
Though I am a demon bird
I wish to remain at her
side, keeping her warm heart
To my greedy self.
Could this be the feeling
that mortals call Love? I truly
care for the Red One, but could
I love this Earth Goddess?