BeLonging


As a boy

He held but

One thing in

His heart which

Was to wander

Free amongst the

Forest treasures and

Dance in moonlight

But he lived

Amongst the beasts

In towns made

Of pride greed

And anger so

All he could

Do was wait

Until that one

Harvest moon upon

Which his path

Would be shone

Taking him home

To the shire

And his fae