Lady of the Woods
Shimmering ashes and silvered cloth, draped long, flowing behind her, like a slow fog whispering over the forest path to adorn the lady of the woods.
As the sun lies down before her, a glory of mist, in the heavens; to form the very breath of Angels of the winter land.
Her lullaby, shattered crystals that resonate bright upon the aether; rejoices in the gathering of Wood Thrushes that will carry her tune to the guardian that knows her heart.
Within the stygian corridors of man, where no apparitions dare to quarter, the Knight will find her.
Whilst she dreams, the Shadows of the Light, speak the stories that we see beyond the veil and mist.
Her thoughts are like a lullaby breathing and dancing to form, what she cannot speak.
The forest will hold this sacred alliance until flame’s fire untie.
The lady of the woods watches and knows that the mystery in the living, dances close to what we promised to not remember…
(c) 2021 Tommie Flannery Baskis