Snow

Snow

I am lost, it seems, in a forsaken forest
Bushes thick are here and trees the tallest
Beautiful they are, but hungry too, these woods
A presence old and wicked deep within them broods

Owls at night here hoot, bats with dark wings fly
And thick, living branches cover up the sky
I feel like I am watched – by who, how come?
Each evening I lament that now the Sun is gone

I tread through thickest moss, maybe I’ll find my way
Though my soul is asking me to in the forest stay
Some magic is upon me, I feel it well
A curse from ancient books, evil and fell

So dark, so cold this place, a great beast in disguise
A predator of hope it is, a predator here lies!
Months have passed now since I made the fateful step
I know not how it lured me, I know not how to it I crept

And still persist I do, within!
Is this a payment for some long forgotten sin?
Forward I move, lowered my head
But what is this I see ahead?

Snow! “Snow, it is”, I cried
How long it’s been since I’ve seen something white?
I lay down in its soft embrace
And the peacefulness of death with happy eyes I face…