Vina Loka

My black opal
midnight snow
part of my soul
my fen,
my sword

Hidden
in drunken night
and the shadows of the moon

Behind an oak tree
in the fen

Damned to
carry another layer inside

Spoiled for everything
not breathing you

Once drunken from your wine
lost forever

In worlds
that count for nothing here

To be captured here
bound in this cave

In pains
who could understand this

If not you