Enchanted

A lonely walk home midsummer in the darkness of the night, Through the woodland copse with the moon the only light. A feeling she was being watched raised the hairs upon her neck, She bent her head down and walked on, increasing her step. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw a golden ray of light, It seemed to swallow up the sky and illuminate the night. She turned and looked again, but the light was there no more, So she blinked and shook her head, what was it that she saw? She turned and walked towards where she thought the light had been, Looked around for some clue as to what she thought she’d seen. Her imagination was running wild, but she trusted her eyesight, And knew she’d not imagined that enormous shining light. Walking back the way she come, she heard rustling in the bushes, Hesitantly she listened, surrounded in darkness she was nervous. She heard a small child like whimper coming from a hedge behind, So she made her way towards it, dreading what she’d find. On reaching it she heard laughter, yet there was nothing there, Then she heard footsteps and snapping twigs everywhere. A strange yellow mist was rising from the ground, Childish laughter rented the air, in the night the only sound. She felt something brush her leg, yet there was nothing there, Her scalp was prickling, she felt something moving in her hair. She suddenly felt the wetness of a kiss upon her cheek, Completely took her by surprise, she couldn’t move or even speak. In the kiss she felt a heart so pure in the magic of this night, Nothing seemed to matter now, and every thing felt right. And then she heard a voice whisper softly in her ear, I do not mean to harm you, there is nothing you should fear. She felt a presence, she knew not what, but all the while was calm, Believing in the words she’d heard, that she would not be harmed. Then as quickly as it happened, she knew she was once again alone, Whatever happened to her, to this day, is still not known. ©.L.Kelly