The Forest Night
The Forest Night
In the darkness the goddess lies Through the shadow the raven flies Its call sounds sad and eerily And brings unreal life to he who is blind to see His heart jumps up of nervous fear For it signals that his goddess is near Stepping softly through the forest’s moonless night Where any sound, weak or strong, brings bitter expecting fright For her presence to him is like a thunderclap in clear skies His pounding heart pumps burning adrenaline and his body sighs He listens to the forests whispering leaves and turns to hear For they might signal that his goddess is near Then a swamps suffocating smell reaches his nose Oh, how that stiff poison drips, bubbles and flows He steps on the soft liquid ground and sniffs like a dog And he smells the gasses of drowned bodies down in the bog But into the solid night the gasses disappear And he follows, for they signal that his goddess is near Through the soft sound of whispering oaks, of willows weeping And hidden coves keeping silent for the sake of secrets they are keeping He wades his path ever deeper through this blinding jungle of fog Unwavering his tread, relentless his soul, yet his foot snags on a log Opening his eyes and extending his arms to evade the non-existent threat His limbs ache of an impossible pain and his sheets are wet with sweat But your goddess is near, so go back to bed
Sweet dreams