The Forest

Not my best, but ::shrug::

I step into the deep, dark woodland
A searching feeling burns within me
A force pulls me into this forest
Another hidden part runs free

I feel a magical presence around me
I’m treading on sacred ground
Forest eyes follow me as I pass
As I go to where I’m bound

The scent of smoke drifts towards me
Through dark forest brush, I see flame
I hear his voice, it’s calling me
Haunting me, chanting my name

He watches, while I approach
The radiant fire dancing in his eyes
He grasps me, bidding me nearer
Whispering softly, “No more goodbyes.”

Why can’t I control myself?
Why did he call me out tonight?
What is this he wields on me?
What is this power I cannot fight?

I cannot deny the simple truth
I’ve traveled this wood before
I’ve beheld the faeries and elves
I know the mystical lore

He gathers me close in his embrace
With magic he’s cast on my heart
Why did he call me out tonight?
When will the real magic start?