I inhabit a twisted grove
On an emerald hill, by a stony cove
Riches and stories not yet told,
Lie within this world unknown...
Where light enters in varied beams,
And stars fall to waters deep
Where gold intwines the largest trees,
And winds whisper your every dream
Where a haunting melody plays serene,
And spirits hunger to be seen.
I enter through a hardened path,
Left by some forgotten past
Enchanted by the little sprites,
I decide I will not leave tonight
And as I walk with further ease,
I am swept up in the breeze.
Here ferns bend across the floor,
Branches bind and take their form
And just beyond the sycamores,
A siren sings forevermore
She pines for another shore,
A place where waves fiercely roar
But eternity has now bore,
Into a siren heart already torn
And as I listen from the grove's core,
I feel myself running toward,
That melody of longing for.
Just as I hear the call of waves,
My legs are caught and I am pulled away
O! The flower vines have woken, eager to play
I shake them loose and promise, 'perhaps another day'
I look around, to all my luck, I have now lost my way.
I toss my head to the sky
Close my eyes and heave a sigh,
I'll find my way come morning, and just enjoy the night.
A ways forth a pale light shone,
Brighter, brighter how it glows!
Then hear the song of fae,
And am suddenly glad to stay
A procession swoons through the trees,
Cracking branches, twirling leaves
They sing of rain, shout for spring,
And tell tales of most unnatural things
Pan flutes wail, voices chime,
A strong heaviness tugs my eyes
I let the world fly past my head
Of a flower patch, I make a bed.
When I wake, I am alone
No siren song,
Or fae parade
I find I am where I began
Upon the hill
In the twisted grove
Oh how true I love my home!
The culmination. This was fun.