A mystical song in the night,
Captured by a breeze,
Whistling through the trees,
That was followed by a light.
It t'was I,
Holding my lantern up high.
There, in the brush of the woods
I heard a noise and I turned with a start,
To only hear the beating of my heart. . .
I ran as Fast as I could,
And I never looked back,
No I never would.
I don't know what it was I saw that night,
But it sure did give me a fright.
This is the beginning of my adventures in story telling through poetry. With this poem I simply said to myself "I want to write a poem that sounds old and enchanting." And it was that easy.
