7/4/2021
warped marbled faces of Gods climbed by leafy ivy
deep in forsaken forests wild with untamed flora
as the sun rays shyly pierce through
twisted twigs heavy with fruit untouched by mortals,
lending a soft glow in this dim yet saturated with colors
woodland.
the hypnotising melody emitted by a syrinx leading
you and the nature's spirits to a small clearing.
where forgotten Gods from stone turn to flesh and bone
skin glowing from the lively ichor running through their
golden veins, revitalized by Pan's veiled and fertile plains.
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idk what this is or if it's even considered poetry but here's some Pan appreciation :))
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