In The Forest
Listen for the rustle; was it a bear in the forest?
Or it could have simply been the air in the forest
Lay down your burdens.
Let everything lay bare in the forest.
Whisper to me, love, and to no one else
Let no one hear your prayer in the forest.
“Sometimes, the King is a woman”
A woman with shining gold hair in the forest.
See the nymphs play! Watch them run!
Running without a care in the forest.
Go no further - listen, you fool!
Do you not hear that blare in the forest?
And the blood ran red through the trees
Worse than those four mares in the forest.
There, in the dark, lay a ring
Where Queen Mab makes her chair in the forest.
Tread with soft and velvet steps
His Grace alone keeps you, heir, in the forest.