Fragrance Poetry inspired by Epic Man by Amoauge.
I grew up in the black woods, dense and strong.
The prince of incense, musk and white spice.
Who thieves strike – But not wishing to do wrong –
To steal my gold – which is oud – with their slice.
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I’m a forest of black woods – dense and strong.
Incense rises like a fog from within.
Filled with all sorts of musks and white spices,
as smooth, rounded trees stand firm in the wind.
But there are those who wonder and envy.
They saw me ill – infection oozed like sap.
They came to thieve and take my life from me.
Hypnotized by my deep, exotic scents.
Just how much of my “esse” can they rob?
Every drop of me – more precious than gold.
But don’t underrate my virility
It’s vigor that grew me robust and old.
I’m not the dead forest you expected.
I’m fresh and awoken. . . I am “Epic”. . .