dead of Night, dancing Delight

wrote this a few years back, found it again and figured it deserves some appreciation :)

Lael Keller

Deep in the forest, in the dead of night

dreaming of dancing full of delight

She moves like a fox without a sound

and all around she’ll soon be found


Deeper she travels through the trees

winter chills and a moonlight breeze

her eyes are golden, blue, then black

sorrow follows her long-gone pack


a hopeless light flickers far ahead

a hopeless dream now filled with dread

she chases now what could’ve been 

while she’s chased by demons disguised as men


Faster, faster, she picks up speed

Hurt by words she starts to bleed

Fire flies from her hair

how she’s fragile, and oh-so-rare


The rushing wind now ceases soon

and she to halts by the glowing moon

for it has shown it’s bright desires

and she is something it admires


Clever she, falling and following

cunning, too, yet rapidly hollowing

long gone were the days of sun

long gone yet never done


she is worn and torn and immensely shaken

For if she falls to sleep she’ll never waken

and taken she is by the night



the dead of night, 



the dancing delight