She twirls beneath the silver moon,
An eve in which grim omens loom.
Ducking, weaving in ways that might,
Distract me from my mundane plight.
Her dance is feral, yet it’s not,
Her moves create a peaceful spot.
I can’t recall my painful path,
My tears are gone, as is my wrath.
The forest’s danger, a memory past,
Here I stay, my feet stuck fast.
A dark mind had brought me here,
A bleak and twisted wretched fear.
Those thoughts, those feelings, melt away,
And here, forever, I wish to stay.
As here I found her, sprinkled with blood,
Twigs and grass and spatters of mud.
A circlet around, the most subtle clink.
She turns to me. I cannot think.
Now on my neck lays chain of bone,
And from now on I am never alone.