Dark Spirit
You are the chaos that can not be tamed
Your wildness is something
That evokes fear in the hearts of the uninitiated
Who wish to impose their sense of order
On your primal domain
Why can’t they see
Your spirit cannot be tamed
You are the wild horse that should never be
Broken, bridled or tethered
But rather, allowed to run free
Urged forward by a darkly irrational heart
Driven by longing
And vision of deeper realms
We split from years ago
Plague and pestulence
We feel the need to tame you
And so we strive for our cures
But what if some rare flower
Requires this chaotic compost
To bloom?
And love is only ever birthing
Out of ashes
Through a sheer force of nature
Well beyond our mind’s limited ability to grasp
That does not operate in rational ways?
Will we then lay all blooming to waste
Even if the ground looks like a wreckage
Who is to know what darker beauty and wisdom
Is being birthed
Deep within these wilderness places
Dark Spirit
Show us there is another way
Don’t let us kill any more
The chaos beauty that wants to rise
From the darkness
From deep within
The primal creative place
Emerging From The Dark Night 
Your poetry is always so beautiful and deep. >3
Thank you so much Rayne. You are so supportive of my blog and writing. Thank you again and love. ❤