Gallivanting fairies furious upon blades of tall grass,

seldom do they make true of your wishes.... mindful, do not ask –

If stubborn claims another, world turns to devastation fast,

winds biting sass,

skies spear silent cast;

Quicken stumbling footwork from grabby roots,

spies over-head belling in hoots,

wrap spirit tight of anxious: spooks,

synchronizing deviations plot to seduce;

Path running bare,

brave ones' stink evermore of: scare,

turn wrong in moments of despair,

say your farewells,

You're surely bound to this wicked forest, that's cursed to dwell.