A wraith was writhing in the air,
its undulating shape so fair;
just like a woman slim and tall —
I followed with no fear at all.
She wafted, led me through the trees
under branches, upon my knees,
until I found myself quite lost —
my folly gained, but at what cost?
I sat upon a log and thought
of this misfortune I had wrought —
from the mist, to my surprise,
a female form materialized.
A lithesome beauty, to be sure,
approached me with a gaze so pure.
I sat transfixed, afraid to move
expecting that this shape would prove,
perhaps, to be a daylight dream,
evanescent, not what it seemed —
a vision that would fade from sight
as quickly as a beam of light.
Yet, she remained and held my hand,
explained, so I could understand —
the holy earth is our Mother,
the deer and…
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