lost and found

The woods are lovely,

dark and deep, and the secrets

which its branches keep

are all the lies you never told me

I swore off people

after a while,

because all the devils wore

an angel's mask and I

couldn't tell the difference anymore

between them, so I got up

off my knees where

I'd been praying

in the center of the city

square, and I left. I left

the square, I left the city, I

left those prayers behind me

And I walked out to where

the roads meet the woods

And there I stood.

And there I stood,

at the edge of the woods,

the woods that are lovely

and dark, and deep, but I

have no more promises

nor secrets yet to keep

for all the secrets here are only

all the lies that I was never told --

So why, then, should I

be afraid of a lie

that has no power, when I

am armed with the Light

of Truth?

Keep your secrets.

Keep your lies.

I will find a path to follow

with my lantern light held high.

The woods may be lovely,

dark, and deep, but my secrets

are not its to keep. For I have miles

yet to go before I sleep.