In Blackwood Forest, where the evil spirits play,
The shadows dance from tree to tree,
Playful for a while, but soon that sunshine dims
And sweetest imps turn nasty in a flash.
I wandered in with such an open heart,
Thinking I was safe, cocooned within the trunks
That twist and turn to form a gilded cage.
But soon those bars became a weight,
A prison, trapped while fingers grasp
My arms, my legs, my hair in tendrils,
Wild and waving in the wintry wind.
The sun has gone and so has innocence,
Those sunlight dappled afternoons
Are just a dream that drifted in the breeze.