Into the Woods

Into the woods, into the Dryad's lair, here enters a maiden so fair! Her cheeks rosy - deep blue are her eyes - looking excited, for what? Yonder it lies. Merry chatter of birds, in her ears they echo - they, who nestle among the treetops so secure. Fish cats that test their stealth and leer: wings are unbound for all those who live here. The maiden shifts, inwards she goes, Where to? Just she would know. She plunges into the heart of the woods, underneath great dryads that brood. And there, she rests her head on the moss, She dreams to wake in a far land... far across. And there she dreams still, forgotten is her past, Never to leave: though her wings are unbound at last. 01/08/2019 Into the woods contest sponsored by Silent One *This poem doesn't tell much about the maiden. It is up to you. You may make your own story about her. Personally, I love woody areas and I wish I could live somewhere like that forever.