Enchanted Tales and Poems

Haunted Woods' Spell

Emerald boughs twine upon your hands,
The unhoped-for joy now ripples as time stands;
Purple scent-clouds tug at all senses,
As streams of laughter spark up your trances;
Pools of perfect bliss gather in your heart,
As a faked cheerfulness grants a new start;
Your recent loss and present tasks
Cast into oblivion, if someone asks;
Soon the whole forest sips your might,
And amber sinks upon you its bite;
Harsh dry roots twisting at your feet,
Merging with flesh, relenting heartbeat;
Yet your mind is clouded, and knows no harms,
Your innocent smile so easily disarms
Even the cruellest man from darkening deeds,
Yet you ignore your own soul still bleeds;
A friend steadily offers his help to save your reason,
You whip him with branches, regard this treason;
Not until he casts to you the red-jeweled necklace,
A gift from your beloved, can your memory retrace
The reasons of your wonderings and your love,
As sorrow erupts in cascades of thunders from above;
One tight hug thus breaks the spell,
As you step into safety out of peril's shell.

_by Daniela (Copyright 18th June 2015)_