The forest of souls

Between coloured trees she did wander alone

and felt the cold rain from above.

Again it was autumn, again she was sad

and dreamed about shelter and love.

She heard the crows croaking, listened to their cries,

the lovely sweet melancholy.

She smiled at the cold breeze that played in her hair

and so she passed by silently

...silently...

As if she had followed a voice in her soul,

she entered the heart of the wood.

She rose her face slowly and looked at the might,

that surrounded the clearing where she stood.

She opened her mouth, but no word would come out;

her words were the tears in her eye.

Beholding such beauty, how worthless she felt,

oh, even too worthless to cry

..oh, to cry...

And just like a vision, a small ray of light

in front of her face did appear.

Then she heard the footsteps, and through tear-filled eyes

she saw a young man coming near.

The crows croaked above him, the sweet drops of rain

like jewels lay in his dark hair

that blew in the wind, that stroke his white cheek

and his noble face pale and fair

...pale and fair...

"I greet thee, fair maiden.", he said, and she knew

that she had heard his voice before.

The road to the clearing, the heart of the wood,

his warm voice had shown her the door.

It had been the calling deep inside her soul

and her soulmate was now by her side.

"My true love", he said, "let this wood be thy home."

...and there she did stay as his bride

...as his bride...