the road was a dusty grey in the early morning light shadowed by a thick fog quiet with late summer breeze his footloose wandering had brought him through all the long years and all the long miles to this strange place
the old wood fence broken down in places was all that separated from the woods cool and rich with the scents of summer and it looked like a wonderful place to take his rest from midday sun
so sat neith a tall oak has his supper and did fall fast asleep lulled by the warm summer day and he dreamed
a dream of all the worlds wonders dream of loving warm things that give the heart ease
he woke well after the sun had fled to a forest strangely silent to a foreboding to chill to the soul he cast about seeking the source of ill-ease but nothing there was so it seemed
deep in distance he began to perceive the small sound of a woman's voice singing soft an sweet drawing near and he could see distant light moving through the trees drawing near and he did marvel at the ideal of sweet maiden coming to ease him so sweet was the sounds of her approach he had only thought of beauty only had thought of lusts but narrow is the edge of reality we perceive and swift is reality's vengeance for the unguarded heart
and then he saw her and swore within his heart that he was in love so fair was her face so enticing was her form so he was ensnared so he was doomed she is a siren of the dark wood her fair face hides the sharp teeth of her viper heart her fair figure hides her dark nature she fell upon him and murdered poor traveler without even a thought left his bare bones to dry in the morning sun
the dark wood contains many things to chill the soul but none so gruesome as the fair maiden