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Shafts of sunlight strike the forest floor
to the music of the woodland core
sunlight beams move like a light show
to the music of the wind that blows
causing a sussuration of the leaves, the wind flows
over the tops of the trees rustling until it meats a clearing
in the clearing is a standing stone
covered in moss and dead leaves
sitting against the stone is a man in a floppy felt hat
some of the leaves have fallen down his back
but he sits, still and at ease.
There is a hickory staff balanced across his knees
he sits and waits and barely breathes
watching, waiting, barely breathing little more than a statue

She runs through the forest hear beating, fearful,
trapped, disorientated and begging to get tearful

She stumbles across the clearing
She doesnt notice how wonderful it is
this haven of nature
She slides to her knees in despair
but out of the corner of her eye, she notices a figure
At first with all of the grey and stillness she is sure
he is a statue but as she shuffles closer
She hears the sound of breathing
she falls backwards in surpirse as the statuesque figure
opens his eyes
she looks ito circles of green so birght
and deep as a mind
shifting
seemingly growing like forest vines

Into the deep silences of the wild he speaks

"I am the gaurdian of this place
and can see from the tears on your face
that you are lost
no doubt you tried to trace your steps back
but the forest is alive
and ever changes like the human heart, alive
so i would not be surprised
if you were trapped here for the rest of your life"

At this she broke down,
she seemed so lost
she said "i will pay anything
whatever the cost
just help me leave this cursed forest"

With that he stood up
His eyes grew till she felt enveloped
"Then i take my payment: Your troubles
The depression you have developed
I take it all
Every negative issue you have
For all i give, my payment is your laugh"

Ending his strange invocation he picked up his staff
and leveled it above the pulse of her heart
what he did next was not a physical blow
rather it was a shock straight to her soul
from behind her a new presence arose

It was menacing, pulsating
hovering behind her and feeding
off of all her insecurities, shaking
with the pleasure of her pain

The gaurdian stepped to her side
in a burst of speed
And clove into the demon on her shoulder
With that blow
She fell to the floor senseless in a pile of leaves
And awoke believing it had all been a dream
She felt a tear of relief
and gratitude trickle down her cheek
She shook her head, gave a short laugh
because now she could see the path
and left the clearing with a lighter heart
ignoring the statue of a man with a staff

Back in the clearing the Gaurdian smiles
as shafts of sunlight strike the forest florr
to the music of the woodland core
Beams of sunlight move into a light show
to the music of the wind that blows
causing a sussuration of the leaves the wind flows
Over, over the top of the trees rustling till it meets
the clearing and a standing stone covered in dead leaves
Sitting leaning against the stone is a man in a floppy felt hat
some of the leaves have fallen down hi back

yet he sits at ease

There is a hickory staff resting across hi knees
he sits and waits and barely breathes
watching, waiting, smiling satisfied
for the next person with all taht evil inside
for the next time a person gets lost in his forest