Every night I would go out
And wander among the garden
Something about the night air
Made the garden feel alive

I would walk about for hours
Just watching the moon
Reflect off the gently swaying leaves
Of the great trees in the grove

I would never venture beyond them
My mind would not allow it
But on this night in particular
The trees called to me stronger than ever

So I entered the grove
Cautiously curious
It quickly grew denser
And appeared much older than it should

As I continued on
I thought I noticed the trees move
Perhaps it was just the wind
Or my vivid imagination

I followed the path laid out
By whomever had come here before
And soon I found myself
It a strange new environment

The foliage itself seemed to change
It all seemed foreign to me
I looked back only to see
No visible path from which I came

I had no choice but to keep walking
And so I continued on
That dark forest path
Into the ominous night

It lead me to a clearing
With a great lake
That so vividly reflected
The light of the full moon

The water itself seemed to glow
And as I looked out I noticed a figure
Sitting on a small island
In the center of the lake

They wore a pure white dress
More elegant than the stars
It seemed to absorb the very light
From both the moon and the water

I felt a calling to them
Even stronger than that of the forest
Though I could not swim
I began to wade through the water

I found the water to be fairly shallow
So much so that it did not rise above my waist
As I drew closer I began to hear something
A sweet voice reverberating off the water

Soon enough I came to the island
which was sparsely vegetated
The only light other than the figure
Was a strange luminous lamp stand

The white dressed woman
As I presumed her to be
Did not turn around
Nor seemed to notice my presence

In the dim yet pure light
I looked about the island
And came upon something
That I should not have seen

Strewn all about the ground
Were piles of bones
Just from quick observation
I could tell they were human

The voice I had been hearing stopped
And the white woman began to move
She moved in a way so unnatural of this world
That I had trouble focusing my eyes on her

Soon the sweet song turned foul
And in that moment I knew
That she was the one from my dreams
The white dressed woman

The keeper of night