I was walking past
a graminaceous, verdant valley
at the periphery of a dark, wild forest.
Its rampant shades of green
intrigued me, prompting participation
through my fascination.
Soon, my walk gained an urge
to sanctify and mystify the forest.

Like a porcupine with a defensive spine,
I embarked on a journey of bestowment.
Initially, the green embrace
acknowledged my adventurous ember,
but my further strides
made the forest conscious that
like all humans, I walk out in temper.

Soon, the unprincipled roots
of dark, ancient trees
began kidnapping my footsteps.
Terrified and trembling,
my onerous efforts were the only escape
to make the firmament witness.

I, a juvenile, hit a nadir
when I succumbed to agitated,
yet alluring, dark trees; this is my story.
My porcupine-like defense
and my horse-like escape,
as if mounted on a horror-branded saddle,
swooshed me back to the graminaceous periphery.

I would not engage in sophistry
or excuses to mask my echoing fear.
But now, I am a disciple of this incident,
and the wild forest should await my incarnation.
I will be back with immortality of a phoenix,
establishing an armistice
will be my ultimate transfix.

I will be the new enchantress
to bind both of our worlds.
Till then I am adapting
to woody dementia, hoping that
the firmament will witness my daring return
in this golden millennia.