Copyright 2014 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
With purpose I set out a sunny day,
A task to be performed in wild wood.
Not far had I progressed upon my way
When a dark stranger dressed in cloak and hood
Appeared as if magicked from shadow smoke.
"Good day, fair maid, and whither goest thou?
Perhaps to worship at the sacred oak?
Be ye advised that we do not allow
A stranger's hand to pluck what we preserve.
This sacred ground we hold among ourselves.
And here we all the ancient gods do serve,
In this, the home of faeries, sprites and elves."
I smiled most charming; he was most deceived,
My mission still a secret, unperceived.
"Good sir," said I, "perhaps you can me guide
To this fair tree you speak of, I know not
Where it may stand in all this wood beside
Surrounding us. Come, lead me to the plot."
He smiled and took my hand, silent we walked
Deep into the heart of the dark'ning wood,
He unaware he was the sinner stalked
For crimes against the hallowed brothe...