I stand here awaiting you
Walk towards me slowly until
You can see me unhidden against
The trees that shelter my form.
I’m here in plain sight daily
But do you listen?
As the Bodach awaits you
Do you think I cannot see?
What do you expect as I encompass
Your being, first left, now right
Lifting your face to mine
Your body shaking in fear of a fate
But it cannot tear itself away from me
My eyes see into you through you
shiver at the Bodach’s understanding
Wish that you were not called here
This day, time, hour into the forest
Day has turned to night
Seconds into hours and you will
Yourself to leave and yet
Until the Bodach says aye ye go
You are here at the Bodach’s Will
Never after this can you jest
At the power he holds as you did once
You shall smile weakly knowing
The Bodach shall bring to him
All and any he wants
Those woods become his army
You are less than an ant under him
You no longer doubt his power.
©Ailsa Cawley 2022
Written for Folktober Challenge
I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic.
A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not.
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