A hunter walks a trail untrod
one dark and moonless night.
His quarry roams this silent wood,
though neither tracks nor trails in sight.
Suddenly, these shadows three,
quickly they surround.
Wicked laughter drifts through the trees,
such a fearful sound.
His blood runs cold as he hears her voice,
The Lady of the Wood,
“Who dares trespass my territory?
Speak if you have understood!”
With trembling voice and leaden tongue,
the hunter answered thus,
“A starving man in need of game.
In your wood I seek the wild and untamed.
Lady of the Wood, to you I pray.
Grant me safe passage and never shall
you see
“Come on, he could be good for you. He really likes you and I know you like him. If he were to ask you out right now, would you say yes?” I look at my friend from across the lunch table. She’s been dogging me for days about this. No matter how I try to drive the conversation away from it she always brings it back around to him.
“You ever notice how the cafeteria steak fingers keep getting harder and harder?” I pick one up and tap it on the table. “Are they making them out of granite now, or what?”
“Quit playing with your food.”
“Well what am I supposed to do with it? It&
*sigh* Can't sleep,
What's wrong with me?
Something's outside,
calling me.
Who is that
standing outside,
drawing me toward him
with his mind?
Something is wrong,
I can't pull away.
Unspoken words
compelling me to stray
from the safety of my bed.
He pulls me closer;
I don't want to be here.
let me go,
let me sleep
fighting the pull,
wanting to weep.
I scream
but only in my head.
No sound escapes my lips of lead,
sewn shut by his hypnotic gaze.
I struggle, but closer still,
drawn to him by his will.
My feet won't liste
*sigh* Can't sleep,
What's wrong with me?
Something's outside,
calling me.
Who is that
standing outside,
drawing me toward him
with his mind?
Something is wrong,
I can't pull away.
Unspoken words
compelling me to stray
from the safety of my bed.
He pulls me closer;
I don't want to be here.
let me go,
let me sleep
fighting the pull,
wanting to weep.
I scream
but only in my head.
No sound escapes my lips of lead,
sewn shut by his hypnotic gaze.
I struggle, but closer still,
drawn to him by his will.
My feet won't liste
“Come on, he could be good for you. He really likes you and I know you like him. If he were to ask you out right now, would you say yes?” I look at my friend from across the lunch table. She’s been dogging me for days about this. No matter how I try to drive the conversation away from it she always brings it back around to him.
“You ever notice how the cafeteria steak fingers keep getting harder and harder?” I pick one up and tap it on the table. “Are they making them out of granite now, or what?”
“Quit playing with your food.”
“Well what am I supposed to do with it? It&
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