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.

My daughter drew these guys. 😂 Don’t ask.

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