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 boy
Mind, innocent, pure
Dancing in woodland dells
Hearing the Magi's lilting song.

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