In the forest glade, the faun roams,
A creature of grace and beauty unknown.
His forehead crowned with nature’s gems,
His eyes like spheres, precious and unknown.

With cheeks stained by wine and revelry,
His fangs gleam, his chest a lyre in motion,
The sound of music between his arms,
His heart beating with wild emotion.

In the darkness of night, he moves,
His thighs and legs like a rhythmic dance,
The forest alive with his presence,
A creature of magic and mystic trance.

The faun, a creature of ancient lore,
A symbol of nature’s beauty and power,
A reminder of the wild within us all,
A call to embrace our true selves, every hour.

:: 03.19.2023 ::