Forth
How sinister the obvious
Lurking from the dark
Presence from faded stills
Moving me out of harm’s way
A serenade from the wood is being sung
While the greater good’s being hung
But only for the wicked ones among
From this time forth
My love’s no longer an obsolete word
It becomes effortless and sure
Move me out of harm’s way
And embrace me from the play
In which we stay
It really should be ok
