scattered

Night of coal black sky
Cool Winter chills breeze by
Come to the taurine
Filled with spells of life and dreams
I am mother
Awakened from slumber
Feeding the mind with knowledge
Enchanting reasons before us
Mastering the wind below us
Running wild in the Forrest
kissing ghost of times ignored
Manufactured scenes of happy lord
Is this what you really need
Cruel and fast timid dream