Enchanted Forest

It's not what it seems

She wanders down the path,

so serene

or so it seems

Around the bend

the path gets bright

the golden haze

alters her gaze

illuminates’ images ahead

Hearts in white

there is no strife

purest of love

that can only be from above

Suddenly they turn to black

ready for attack

she needs to go back

It’s too late

she fears her fate

as they engage in the chase

She has to find her way back

only vines obscure her path

mangled tree roots pull at her feet

she can no longer retreat

This fortress

once again

encompasses her mind

why is trust in mankind so hard to find?