Lost in the Forest
In the depths of the enchanted wood,
A woman wanders, lost and misunderstood.
The moon above, a guiding light,
Whispers secrets in the dead of night.
The trees around her, ancient and wise,
They watch her with their piercing eyes.
They speak in whispers, rustling leaves,
Their voices haunting, she hardly believes.
She\'s both frightened and intrigued,
By the magic that surrounds her, she\'s besieged.
The forest is alive, with a mind of its own,
She\'s never felt so utterly alone.
But there\'s a beauty in the darkness,
A thrill in the unknown,
She\'s lost in the forest,
But she\'s never felt more at home.