The Ghost of Druadian Forest

Another one of my written pieces I wrote as of late. Enjoy!

The Ghost of Druadian Forest

I have walked in the wake of you for all these centuries

When you thought it was only your shadow.

Here, the moonlight sees to it that you would be safely home

As you walk among the night beasts.

Hear them stir and beat their ivory drums,

Watch the stars dance to its own refrain

Feel the brush of white butterflies against your arms

As you move silently in the maze of sleeping oak trees.

Can you feel the strands of my raven hair brush against your divine face?

You can thank the wind; it only wants to trigger long-forgotten dreams.

I am half-sick of listening to swan songs and caressing cold faces

Only the black owls are my true companions.

They whisper caution when I’m in the company of the living

But temptation always shrouds me with her fiery glow.

Deep into the forest I go,

Midnight strikes against the gleaming white walls

Where my huntsman lies forevermore.

It was he who found the roses for me, buried beneath the forest floor

Hidden among the cracked shells and smooth black stones.

For hours I lay still

Pressing my cheek against his stony face

As I call out his name.

Here dwell the masters of Triumph and Tragedy

Can't you hear their silent screams?

The beating of their heavy wings

Brush against my still worn heart.

Come morning, their battle cries are like ice melting into water

Which seep into my very bones

Releasing harder truths than I can bear.

For a spectre like me,

I'll never have a home to call my own

For this forest, like all good mothers

Hold lost souls (like me) together

Delivering me from evil.

Looking up, I see the moon appearing in the night sky.

I begin to feel my pace quickening.

Run.

Off I go again

In search of lost time.