I stumbled that night,
Through darkness I trod.
In soft mist of dusk
I had found the key to all life.
All was ever still,
Cobwebs glistened in crystal,
Mushrooms so inedibly delicious.
Flowers rare, had locks
And I held the only key.
No fear of theft here,
My creeping woodland souls,
For all that steals here
Is the growing blackness
And the creaking soft breeze.
The undergrowth grew higher.
The spread of my mind
Was laid with many thoughts,
All of a wonderous nature.
Leaves above me rustled
And whispering, they spoke;
"Go further, go ahead,
Explore our ferny world."
I wished I could go on,
But my eyes cracked open
And I was human again.
