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Dark Wood

There is a darkness that moves through the forest.

Filled with dread, I see its beady eyes for moments

Moving between trees.

A killer in the fog: it preys upon the innocent,

It poisons its host, taking them down

To the ghost-land of lost dreams: the flights of fancy

Leading into the mist.

In shadow and screams this nameless lives,

Feeding on fears of yester years.

It must be fought. Wildly, and strong.

The legs that wrap this one about

Are long.

With a sword and light,

Lifting up upon a rainbow's edge; and there an egg, in the lily, gold…

So very sweet,

The taste of her honey.

Here we meet.