Redthorn, where the sylph had been seen Slender humanoid beings They come to harvest human essence The nectar their gods crave In belief that one day they will be powerful enough to make this realm their slave A platoon was sent to investigate the rumours Oisin was one, a day dreamer, a believer in the unknown His chance to witness magic was now Moving through the trees and into the woods A voice echoed A peaceful symphony of feminine beauty only he could hear The others mocked him and they soon disappeared Visions of faces merged through the bark, a face in the oak Paralyzed by its beauty A portal opened and long legs stood through it Head to toe in golden garb A most elegant figure belonged to these creatures The soldiers stand in disbelief of what they are seeing Face to face with her The one from the oak Nothing could ever even come close to the beauty, oh no Not human but something more perfect Staring into each other eyes I never felt alive until her lips met mine Into the woods That is where I left my heart Will I ever see it again? A face in the oak took my youth to feed their drooling gods Sprinting through the forest holding her hand The troops shouted "Traitor!" Claiming him a dead man Manoeuvring through branch and vine A hand of mail reached for Oisin “You’re mine” Light emitted from the trees A bright circle engulfed them enabling their leave All had turned to white; this is the land of eternal life Eternal light Not the place of fable Where human souls were trapped and used to feed their gods But rather a city of miracles Where water pumped through its veins at the pace of the seas Days merged into years Every night she whispered plans of uniting both races Everything was perfect But homesickness struck his family missed With permission to leave he set off on a horse But do not let your feet touch the soil of your land if you do "You shall never return, you’ll never come back, you’ll wallow in regret" He agreed the conditions will be met Gallop my steed With wind beneath my feet Give me god speed Through the light once more, to place less familiar Barren. Cold. Alone The walls of his town reduced to rubble Two men were working to repair the destruction Oisin offered to help Tying brick to move up hill When tying the rope his horse Made a jump causing Oisin to fall The air left is lungs and the youth from his form Crawling in this frail shape to a puddle He sees his reflection confirming his worries Into the woods That is where I left my heart Will I ever see it again? A face in the oak took my youth to feed their drooling gods Now my flesh rendered to bone Cold. Abandoned. Alone "I’ll never forgive myself" A fool to be used A fool to be used for your gods "I’ve been tricked by love How many centuries have passed since I’ve gone?"