You are reading this poem
And don't even know why
You think I'll explain
But how can you be so sure?
Maybe I'll play with your mind
Maybe I'll be as tricky as Berstuk
You can't be sure
Unless you can read my mind

This poem should be extremly wild
Cause after all that's what Berstuk is
And it's all I am
Calm in the chaos
Yet anxious in the quiet
Feeling the best while running
My fingers through his hair
He's cut it too short
But he still looks hot to me

Feeling the best while dancing
Ballet to the rock'n'roll music
He loves so much to listen
And I can't stop listening to

Feeling the best while moving
My body against his
And if you're thinking this is a poem about love
I have to tell you
I've just tricked you once again

And if you don't know why
Let me shortly explain
Berstuk is a forgotten Slavic god
An evil god of the forest
He's tricky, wild and always lying
And a part of all of us

Pagan Slavic gods are something forgotten even among us, Slavs. It's a pitty we all remember Greek and Roman gods and mythology but we don't know our own. Berstuk is one of my favorite parts of Slavic legends, although he's not good at all. But I kind of like the idea that the forest is not just good, but also has it's dark side (represented by Berstuk), just like people do. And also I think we should value our origin. It's definitely a part of who we are. Each nation has something to be proud of and something to be ashamed of. And it's good to know both of the sides because I think you will eventually find yourself in it.
Love,
S. D.