The Fear

Fear is a awful thing and can ruin many things; even pure happiness!

Everything was gold
From the sun beaten grass, swaying in the breeze
To the sun and moon on which I rode
As his hooves drummed, on and on
Never starting, never stopping
Freedom, did the pheasant cry
From the bush he did fly
No matter what
No matter where
This is the place where my heart does and shall always lie
But now I feel afraid of this once happy place
Because of a vision
And every time I go near
The more I see
The more I fear
I do not know why
But I do know that it fill every atom of my body
Every minute of the day
Am I imagining it? I do not know
But it’s a tall man I fear yet hate
As I see him leave the wood, where no gate stands
And a young pretty woman
Who goes floating down the river
Her face is a blur
As is her spirit
The deep dark river soon engulfs her,
Down to her watery grave she goes
And this makes me sad
So incredibly sad
But I know that i will work this out for both her and me
And this fear shall be banished like the traitor it is.