Analysis of Black Beauty of the Dark Forest

Take note! Stand near!
Dark Forest protects my darling deer!
She fleetly flees o’er swollen streams wetting tears.
Not once, she glances back upon her fated fears,
Yet, runs and runs her solace soon to find.
Her thirst not quenched lest it serves to bind,
And hold her fast to a love now lost.
Her spirit thus pursues, denies the cost.
Her passion is the train that trails.
Her bosom heaves in deep travails,
Resting only within his safe embrace.
Guided by a holy rite of grace,
An Empyreal union so sweet, so sweet to taste
That bitterest sweat of souls to n’er be waste’d.
Dark Forest, bare paths of swift
Uniquity! Oh Ancients, divinely merge the rift,
Which parts the sweetling from her roe,
Who doth cry with heart forlorn and rent with woe,
For the love, and bliss, and hope of all eternity,
Which shall pair the two immortal, yoked in solidarity!