Innocence

I lay my head upon a rock,
Pillowed on a clump of moss.
The stars are my blanket,
Lived through another day.

Tears stream down my face,
Bathe me in the moonlight.
Why do I cry?
Only the wind knows.

Stave unstrung and standing tall,
Like an alder it towers over my bed.
Arrows quiver in my quiver,
Like leaves from a storm-tossed glade.

Nature is as creature does,
The beast lives within us all.
Music cannot soothe it's soul,
for it only finds joy in the war drum.

Whisper in my ear breeze,
Say the name upon my lips.
Never to leave them evermore,
Buried as deep as her corpse.