Once I walked through a great grey forest
Beauty to which was no peer
Never have I seen such grandeur such shade
Haunted with promise and fear
Among its ebony vines they said
Lived creatures of all power
Wanting their wishes willed
They wandered through for years
The darkness rising and descending each day
The cold wind humming through ears
They saw the leaves move and said
Gods have granted my wishes
Living what’s left sad and lost
Creating myths every hour
Fools they are, for her silent grace
Or so I thought in her honor
I owned a fine granite soul
Not the sort for wishes
I had no hope I had no will
I simply adored the forest
Not one glimmer of fate I saw
As I crossed through her rivers
Maybe it’s true what wisest of them say
Only her fools see her in colors