i came to the forest
reckless and ravished
hopeless and poor
i came for redemption
but it was no more

the trees starkly glaring
crushed leaves in my wake
a trail of all that was wrong
and all that remained was
the softness of the poet's song

i heard the song
enter the mountain
emerging a flowing river
it calmed the waterfall
and made the rock to stir

it echoed the valley
and sung of the moon
it loved and it left me
back where I began
with renewed eyes to see

i have entered the song
and the song has entered me
i have heard the harmony shift
as it completly transformed me
and left the twice-edged gift

i hear the song still
the melody lingers on
i love the sweet sad tune
but I cannot escape
the song's tragic croon

i am singing now
reconstructing the notes
trying to rewrite the song
into a higher, nobler key
but my task will be lifelong

i am a fugitive
from its call
it is ******* my life
and if i cannot stop singing
all will be lost in the strife