A Herb

How strong... ?? How... Strong.. Your grasp can be.. O try.. My best To dive you in! ... The swamp needs what I hate And I hate you ...today.. When the mist is dense And I dream of the moisty forests As my only grace! My relief From human stinking kind... Each day Away And away Each step... With each word.. With each movement.. Deeply hateful but modest On mind Deeply away Away from all Misanthropy is the dancer! She cant dance while others watch So we walk gently through the woods Never disturb their peace Misanthropy and the old witch… They sit at the bank of a river They say the words We dont get... They say the word We love without knowing this! ... Without knowing this.. Misanthropy my mother... A witch - my eternal lover... They speak Among the trees and the river carries their complaints...