Walking through the forest,
stalking my nights meal.
Tracking a path is the surest,
a life is what I must steal.
To pay a price for such fares,
dancing spirits I must follow.
Upon arrival a Forest Spirit stares,
dread crept leaving me hollow.
He then bowed to kiss my brow,
then cursed turning me a spirit.
Since then I’ve nothing but sorrow,
heart crying out for all to hear it.
There is no undoing this curse,
eternity of regret and praying.
A life wrongfully taken and worse,
price I pay, I am now paying.