Comands

Wandering and alone I walk down this path the thorns scrape at my shins and catch in my skin while dusk haunts the skys no moon or sun sitting up high the trees loom over my head casting shadows of the dead quiet flutters of wings as an owl coos at me my bare feet stay clean walking the paths known to me once covered in grass now a worn dirt path beneath the barely rose moon a white dress glows sliding shapelessly over my form as i drift away from the doorms into the wild woods where it is just i, no other kids a white lilly crown on my head like a hippy they said hair hangs low glowing less red, more gold straight as a pin without the rain nails pure no color, they're bare instead silver shines touching my light eyes as i walk my pilgrimage walking out of sight near the mid of night to hunters i might be a nymph or fairy walking through they see a sign saying tonight do not kill thee thy lord commands as i am christened by his hands i walk through all thats left of his lands the path that i made in the woods i am brave knowing that as i am the lord will protect me for it is as he commands