In the woods I was free,

despite the roots entwining my limbs.

I ran for hours.

As fast as my small legs would allow.

The sun was my friend.

Dancing with me between the leaves.

My childhood fear of the dark,

still remained.

The spirits of the trees embraced me.

In the night their strength surrounded me.

Standing tall they brushed the heavens.

Devouring the shadows.

Leaving me untouched.

Safe from the dark.

In the woods I was free,

despite the roots entwining my limbs.

Now the bark is turned to metal.

Leaves are glass, reflecting the shadows.

In the woods I was free,

here I am in chains.

The scrape of iron on stone,

following me step by step.

In the woods I was free.

In the woods I was me.