Searchers gathered where planes meet the trees
Like a cliff at the edge of the sea
Looking for answers to what they've seen
Cryptic glowing lights arousing curiosity
Lights dance with muted color
Spinning forms morph into one another
Will-o'-the-wisps in the distance hover
Deep in the pines illuminated cloud cover
Tales told by those who dwell near the wood
What is heard and seen is not understood
Chanting whispers for wheels ride the winds
It comes swirling, it passes and comes back again
Lights dance with muted color
Spinning forms morph into one another
Will-o'-the-wisps in the distance hover
Deep in the pines illuminated cloud cover
A stench grew the deeper into the woods they trekked
Forgotten path, not knowing what to expect
Retreating hooves breaking silence in the pines
Geometric patterns careen becoming entwined
Padded footfalls across the forest duff
Bare feet calloused and rough
Silent stalkers, watchers in the woods
Keepers of knowledge robed with hoods
Searchers stumbling into the swamp to their waists
Trapped in confusion, from the sucking bog to no escape
The watchers always hidden, masters of light and shape
Showing the intruders a revolving reflection until their minds break
Padded footfalls across the forest duff
Bare feet calloused and rough
Silent stalkers, watchers in the woods
Keepers of knowledge robed with hoods
The kaleidoscope ever changing
Minds unformed rearranging
Angles break and come together
What is was never
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