The skies are quieter now ,
the birds were  full of song.
and. as  ancient. woodland stretches out her hand
their dark fickle  shadows fall ,as if to say ,
“ You’re not welcome here  go home you really don’t belong .’


And so the. stranger  rests his staff  for  a while gently against
a tree
to sit down besides a brook . .
For  his days are getting shorter now ,
for they are much more than whenst he took .


A gentle whisper in his ear from a starling fleeing her nest
She says “time waits. for  not even for you ,                                            so please do not invite
him in and think that he’s your guest .”

And so the stranger  picks up his staff and goes upon his way ,
and never again finds time to stay  
as the woodland soon gives up her song ,
and falls silent along his way

Yet silence is an unwanted guest ,
she never asks to stay ,
but if she does ,
don’t leave her long ,
for she might never go away .                                                                ­   For the woods which were once full of song ,
now hides a deadly grin .

What horrors that lie in tell ,
no words no man has ever seen .
except for the singing of the birds ,
and the dancing of the leaves .

Of all the secrets that wood holds ,
this stranger  will ever  tell
for no one has ever heard or seen,
the mystery’s of her  dancing Queen .
That shifts the branches to and fro ,
who tells the winds which way to blow .

And all that was left was a babbling brook ,
When the sun arose the following day,
no stranger lost was ever found ,
and is still goes missing to this day .