fauxcroft

I live close to the forest

I live close to the beach,

I feel nature flowing through me

I feel the eldritch power,

That emanates from the trees

I feel the sense of the sea,

As it consumes the soul of me

I feel the pagan reach,

I feel the druids hand

Upon my shoulders

In this natural wonderland,

It then has made me bolder,

I’ve witnessed it’s darkness

I’ve been overawed by its light,

I’ve been a party too

The need for fight or for flight,

I’ve seen things

That many have not known

Heard the incantations,

Of salvation and sorrow

I felt the heat from the simulation,

I’ve seen the wicker man

Burning through the night,

I feel the elemental witchcraft

That caused within me fright,

I felt my body drifting out to sea

On waves of illusions,

Is it reality or is it dreams

I wake up sometimes

Startled and then I scream,

Sometimes I find myself

Up and sleepwalking

And oftentimes I find myself,

Subjected to sleep paralysis

Unable to move at all,

And I am not a fantacist

I am just a pawn to be played,

In all that is mystical

In a land governed by natures rules.