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
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