Birds Circle

Forsaken, protected
In a field of thorns
Protecting the rose
Her dewdrops fall from petals
As she cries herself into hibernation.

Lily of the valley
Where are you now, great one
Leaving me trapped in a cage of thorns
As birds circle me,
Preparing to rape.

Forgotten, lost
In a maze of ivy
Poisoning me
Thunder sounds in the darkness
I'm on my own again.