I’m wandering mindlessly in the large towers of your castle
lost; forbidden desires and the hunger to eat you whole.
Broken bones & scrapes on my kneecaps from your cemented stones
Palms and shins touching floors: crawling.
I’m looking for the door.
An Ominous voice calling –
I’m like a lonely sheep crying for its shepherd.
Three moons showing me the way in the dark
Stumbling, but I’m on my way
The rumbling in my aching stomach is subsiding