Wandered into the forest older than my name
Where roots curled like arterial veins
Pumping life into a vessel of something divine.
Even the wind hesitantly blows
As if it may awaken something malign.

The first trees I met greeted me with a gentle bow.
Barks covered in countless prayers of my kind.
Leaves hushed in harmony of a delicate mother.
Subtle and gentle voices lingered in my mind.
It was its way to confess, to mutter.

The light perforating the small gaps in air
Fell to the ground like an arrow of an archer.
No shadow dared to challenge their wrath
And no stray soul would perjure
On this sanctified path.

I wandered far, far into the depths of its lure
Where moss covers each of its prayers.
I heard the whispers of its will
Hushing me to not leave in tears.
Soft embraces left me in a chill.

Then right there I felt the gaze of a creature.
A set of eyes of a deer looking at me cowardly
With a sharp hesitation its tongue twisted
And it squeaked to me tenderly
Told me a place I would feel belonged.

I wandered to the very core of the forest.
There laid a throne with a kid on top.

Crownless, he was embracing himself.
Shivering, he was comforting himself.
Alone, he was befriending himself.

Strange feeling filled inside my stomach
And I threw up every bit of my guts.
I knew that child who was bereft of comfort.

Once I arrived near him,
He opened his eyes in quite wonder.
Merely whispered my name
Told me he knew I would wander
and he knew I would come.

That night I stood by
And eased him as he confessed
His final breath.

Next morning I sat on the throne
And strangely I was crowned
With a set of thorns.

It became the beginning of my waiting
For someone who would dethrone
This self I call mine.