Dark Wood

A description of a mystical place called Dark Wood.

Dark Wood

 

There's a place where lovers meet

under Summer skies.

Here's were languid shadows greet

all their moonstruck eyes.

 

Winding paths that guide their feet

lit by fireflies

pass by demons who entreat

the moon on the rise.

 

Memories that they hold dear,

love's eternal flame,

all reside in niches here,

none of them the same.

 

In each eye, there flows a tear

for a love gone lame,

all the details in a blear

as well as the blame.

 

They come here from lives ajar

from towns, farms, or dells

following a guiding star

after fond farewells.

 

Each is lured by a bizarre

melancholy spell

in this place above the char

of eternal Hell.

 

Many lovers come this way

it is understood,

some are aged, weak, and gray,

some stuck in childhood.

 

This place holds the strongest sway,

peaceful and so good.

It's where broken hearts may stay.

Sprites call it Dark Wood.