Dark Woods and Penelope Rose

The dark woods bid a fleeting trail, Penelope Rose has cast her spell. I find a cave’s open door, no one’s ever been in here before. Only a drip of water, I can hear, mere imagination that causes me fear. Some men are cowards, I suppose, but strong is my love for Penelope Rose. Phantom voices travel the breeze, dancing shadows beneath pen-oak leaves I hear the woods as they come alive, sipping my courage, as a way to survive maybe in the wild, things are roaming free, savoring to be alone just like me. The best of my day will disappear, For the sting of the Rose entertains me here. I leave the sign that stole my power, an empty bottle under a blackberry brier. Her name is written in silent repose, the lingering presence of Penelope Rose.