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[Styrmwolf]

Full moon rises, a silver fay world reborn
And thou, flame pelted dryad of hill and fern
Stalk through emerald shades as a specter forlorn.
Thou, slight ash marked death bearer, others cannot discern

Blood on snow kissed chin, yet not in razored mind
Hunger slacked with Diana's hard earned blessing.
Ignorants name thee vermin, for they know not your kind
Silva's feral heart shatters as they ride, lusting.

Lusting after thee's burning fur
With blood rage not known to thou's breed.
Yet it is for nie, thou bright eyes match their violent cur
They not of the wood, soon turn back to a benevolent mead

And thou restless specter, are blessed
Go where thee might
For only the moon light's sacred
Know the secrets of the night

[Styrmwolf]

I'd like to thank anyone whom took the time to reply and critique, even if not all of it was terribly helpful. I mostly just used the thee's and thous as they just happened to come into my head at the time, I'm not terrible attached to them, so I'll cut them down in a rewrite. I don't know what is archaic (had no idea all the first lines of poems didn't use caps anymore) and what isn't, I have to admit that I haven't read very much modern poetry, I like the old stuff, John Donne, Yeats, a bit more modern Frost, ect.
Anyways, this poem is very, enviromental, for me the natural world and the world of the mystic and spiritual have always been very closely linked.
Thanks again for your time!
~Styrmwolf