The Will O' The Wisp

Forests dark and deep;

Entangled branches

Of the tall, tall trees-

The short bushes lie

Cuddled together,

And in the midst of all,

I see, in the distance,

The will o' the-wisp.

There's mockery hiding

Behind its 'oh so tempting'

Beckon, which threatens 

To disappear if I only

Look away for once.

So I know, that I can't

Avert my eyes, even if

My vision gets blurred-

By a liquid, very familiar,

And my ears ache

Due to the shattering sound

Of my hopes, more than once,

Because in this forest,

That remains forever shrouded

With a dark cloak of misery,

'That' is my only source of light.