Strange Leaves
Strange Leaves
Documenting Venomous Forests

I was entering a void of no-nature
Of forests deserted by live creatures
Which inspired the sermon of no preacher
In this wasteland of ghosts a portraiture

When I encountered these monsters
Among lakes of firey mist
Some blood emerged from my wrists
And made of my cries a loud concert

I'd been doomed by the kiss
Of the children of the inert
Which with beauty threat no danger
'Til one can't fight any longer