Voids of Enchantment

Take me to
The Dying Wood
Where little girls and boys
THey should
Save their hopes and dreams
From Sleep
I hope they're buried
In the trees

Breathing wonder
Lost and sweet
Into vines and
Stagnant creeks
You'll find it there
Hidden so deep
The widowed faith
Makes willows weep

Mourning luna
Lights bittersweet
Bear the weight
Of dark secrecy
Wander too close
And you'll never leave
Enclosed by
Comforting memories