Through the Glade

The maidens face, fair and pure The Devils will, sinister and obscure She runs gracefully among the oleanders through the glade Deep below, evil lurks, above light begins to fade Darkness stretches across the land, spurring the young lady’s imagination Rushing to the surface, Satan hides behind her nervous elation Devious thoughts of goblins and witches dance through her mind He feeds off of the desires and urges that tempt human kind She falls asleep under a great oak tree, intoxicated by her vivid dreams In her slumber he speaks to her, gently whispering “Not everything is as it seems.” Springing to her feet she sprints back through the trees Silently he watches her as she flees