The Lady of the Wood

January 9th, 2011

The lake was dry, but the air was moist.

Standing at the edge of the wood,

I stood there contemplating a choice,

The consequences were understood.

 

To go it alone, through the thickets,

Along the path to heaven's gates,

Or, to go with the girl with the ticket,

Destination: the very end of my fate.

 

'Complication' was written upon her face.

Moonlight showed her quivering lips.

Her eyes were demons of desire and taste.

Her body a buffet from head to hips.

 

Eyes that haunt me like spirits only dare,

Green like the forest before Autumn,

Hot like dawn's first heavenly stare,

Illuminate Nix, eradicate boredom!

 

The wind is picking up, a storm's afoot,

Hurricanes couldn't force us to part.

My mind was made up, I can't stay put,

The dam to stop up my bleeding heart.

 

The decision was easy, Heaven be lost,

Living without her isn't living at all.

Smelling the rain, knowing the cost,

Our eternal love, nothing could forestal