Lost Creature

Creep, creep, creep

A twig snaps, a creature scurries

Fireflies glow softly, casting a faint light on the flowers

The forest is dark— the sun never sets, the sun never rises

How did you get here, my dear little traveler? 

Step, step, step

The moss muffles your little steps

Be quiet, just like a doll

For you know not what dangers could lurk ahead

Beware of the sights meant to lure you in

Or you could be stuck as one of us forever

Tick, tock, tick, tock

Time never passes here

Or does it?

The air feels rather still

With countless eyes you cannot see

Boring holes into your soul with their gaze

Look in the mirror of the quiet, gentle creek

Tell me what you see, my dear little traveler 

Perhaps you see a little fairy flying freely among the flowers

Or a sweet, tender doll having the perfect tea party of her dreams

Maybe even a princess, clad in silk and jewels galore

Leading a life of comfort, secure in her own power

Drip, drip, drip

The tears fall into the creek

Distoring whatever you see with their little ripples

Why do you cry, little traveler?

Did you see something you dislike?

Or did you see nothing at all?

Perhaps you're not really lost in our forest

Maybe it is your soul and mind what's lost

Stick around, little travelever, become one of us

And maybe, maybe then, you'll find what you really are