Song Of The Wood Beast Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

Come walk with me, Colin Ian Jeffery
This is your hour darkly born.
Be not afraid of swirling torments
All agonies cease within my embrace.

Once you were a naive boy
Mind innocent and pure
Dancing through woodland dells
Hearing the Magi's lilting song.

Imagination quaked bold and rich
With sweet memories of scarlet kisses
Love more precious than life
Overwhelming the heart with purple praise.

Colin Ian Jeffery