Late, one night, as the moon
hid from view,
I saw the road that leads
into the darkened path.
Music was the sound,
cradling my ears.
I trembled,
I did not know what to do.
The desire to turn was strong.
Yet,
“I'm a man,” I said,
and ventured forward step-by-step
deep into that bush.
Claws tore at my clothes.
As the moon started to glow,
fairies danced within my sight
goodness, gracious what a show.
Elves and sprites filled the stands,
gnomes and goblins roamed a waterfall,
waiting for the next catch.
Then, a nymph caught my eye,
and she smiled splendidly.
She grabbed my hand and we danced.
As the stars provided the music,
we carefully, and lovingly consumed
our desire.
I was lost that day, sigh.
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