Child of the Woods

Though the sun climbs upward toward the stars

The moon clings to his lofty perch

So I sip my tea ‘neath the buckeye tree

And lift my eyes to search

No sleep for the wicked, the saying goes

For I cannot find my bed

I’ve searched all day, yet lost my way

Watch the ticking clock with dread

Beware the children of the woods, I’m told

As I trudge through marsh and field

Heed the siren’s call and you shall fall

To horrors yet concealed

I cannot hope to know wherefore

The demons call my name

While I feel their pull, the basketful

Of posies keep me sane

The heavenly battle rages on

O’er a world that I disown

The piercing scream would surely seem

To sadly be my own

I wish I would have seen him step

From deep within those trees

His blade draws back and with a whack

He sends me to my knees

The creatures who crawl within these woods

Would drag me down to hell

So sure I’m dead, I cradle my head

And await the final bell

I hear the killing blow that comes

But it does not come for me

My saving grace, she shares my face

With a smile of victory

As the demon’s broken body fades

I can hear the siren’s song

And I realize to my surprise

I was singing all along