My Wood

by Kristan R. Kelskar

Let me tell a story,
Of the wood I belong.
Not of gold and glory,
That is all long gone!
No, of home wide ‘n strong,
You guessed right it’s Eyrewood,
And my story is of no good!

Look at frightened Laurence,
Calling for his parents!
Or at skeptic Marry,
Don’t yet believe in fairy?
Look away from our poor Hans,
Just befouling his small pants.
Make no room around the fireplace,
Give the grim specter all but space!

If you are a little maid,
And you can feel the pull.
Do not be too afraid,
I won’t open up your skull!
It would be against the rule’.
I’m now and was in life no fool!
The lordly woods will call you in,
Become a daughter. Became a guardian!

If you’re a lil’ green boy,
Then you are here to learn,
Not of a play with a new toy,
But of wisdom you should yearn!
Worn ranger knowledge’s, may it still be stern.
Encounter quest, solve riddles all so much,
Become a member of the watch!

Singing your faint, weak carol.
Who’s in the woods to strive?
Maybe it’s you first patrol?
Let’s see: if you survive.
Encounter me! Now think! Are you still alive?
Crossed borders? Oh, I won’t spill!
Bind your knots as long you will!