The Forest Of Bloodstone

Once upon a midnight, the moon, big, shone bright
Guided me in its light, to a place of unknown
My carriage, old and croaking, stood still, cold and choking
And I glanced, thought provoking at that Forest of Bloodstone
Oh yes, that place was thought provoking, the Forest of Bloodstone.


It was in the middle of winter and on every wooden splinter
Grew icicles of the clearest kind ever known
My breath, not deceiving, filled the air, white and pleasing
And I stood deciding, to enter the Forest of Bloodstone
Oh yes, I stood deciding about the Forest of Bloodstone


Alas it was my twisted fate that I came knocking on its dreadful gate
Of all the things I wish to take were not of things unknown
The tales of that dreadful place, filled me with grimace
And on my pallid silver face was the fear of Bloodstone
Oh yes, drawn on my silver face was the fear of Bloodstone


Caught my eye was a wooden picket amongst its bleak dark lonely thickets
On it were nothing but cursing, chilling me to the bone
No fool would ever dare to write, no angel would ever dare to fight
The power it holds alight, the power of Bloodstone
Oh yes, who would dare to criticize the power of Bloodstone


“Oh you weary traveling man, turn your horse around if you can
For you are cursed if you see, this Forest of Bloodstone
Don’t touch a tree, no branch no bark, or she will stop your beating heart
And you will be torn apart, your mind overthrown
Oh yes, she is beguiling when your mind is overthrown.”


“For the sake of Clementine, my trusted ol’friend of mine
Your have been warned for the final time, don’t trust the things of unknown
Don’t follow what your eyes can see, blind it from its fantasy
And for once you must believe me, she will chill you to the bone
Oh yes, I tried several times to destroy the power of Bloodstone"


Stumbled upon unending thoughts, among my thinkings I was lost
In this blistering, freezing, unending frost, what was I to do alone
Distracting me with its silver wings, flew something glimmering
Indeed an innocent beautiful thing, a butterfly on its own
Oh yes, landed that beauty on my palms with such grace shown.


TO BE Continued...