He is but an angel among the beasts
A lonely wolf in this cold woodlike world
More sanity in his wounded heart he has
Than a thousand of saints
More kindness in his lines than in storyteller’s mind
He is but an ocean soul guide
Dreamer lost, barefoot boy
Without his favourite toy
He is but a dream of midnight
Fallen angel who lost his wings
A sinner without 7 deadlist sins
Once his heart was frozen
In pieces it was broken
Souldoor left open
While heart was lonesome
Wolf’s path beneath the abyss now covered with snow
None saw him, none wished to go
And find him one winter night alone in the woods
Followed by everyone
Haunted by lustful souls
He is but an escapist
A sinner without his own sins
My prayer for him will dwell in silence
For all the dreamers, for all the fighters
Who loved and cared, who felt and dared
To see and could find the beauty living so deep
My song for a barefoot boy
Dreamer living a fantasy
From his own tale
Here is your new shining toy
A heart longing still
For a song of a nightingale
Linlin's Poetry 