Take my hand as we walk into the woods at night
howl at the moon as wolves watch over every move
enter the dark forest to view the silent stars
forget about the past mistakes we cannot fix
under the canopy and before the clearing
take a moment to hear an owl call out my name
under what spell cast by which witch decides our fate
reason speaks otherwise in terms of a science
eclipsed by the full moon listen for hungry wolves
capture crepuscular passages of fireflies
ask me about the wolves as predators of flesh
nevermind that we too hunt others to taste blood
on the one hand wisdom hides the meaning of life
neatly inside a box within another box
like a Chinese puzzle where the gift is a stone
yellow from the river covered over with moss
break the stone into dust to unleash the spirit
ever entrapped in stone the spirit swirls with joy
ask for your three wishes and the spirit will laugh
nevermind the spirit is not one with the djinn
take seven steps backward and bow toward the light
indeed how impressive a spirit trapped in stone
can appear to people uninitiated
in magic beyond time beyond this universe
pretend you never thought about making a pact
as you would with Satan ready to bolt in fear
the unknown has in store your imagination
enter through both locked doors into eternal bliss
deny the fact danger exists within this space
ignorance dissipates like clouds in the desert
nevermore do you fear the potential for death
to suspend disbelief you accept the given
however it appears before your own two eyes
even if your ears hear wolves they cannot hurt you
for imagination to take its full effect
only you can describe what goes on in your mind
resolving past quarrels with barking mad squirrels
may be left well alone you may explore new realms
only you must accept the terms and conditions
for the roller coaster to guide you through the dark
darkness lurks at each turn your exhilaration
at dealing with problems without resolution
needs some reinvention for anything goes leads
generally to chaos with total entropy
ending the ride upside down stuck in motionless
rush of inner turmoil to face the negligence
ask the spirit what path leads to the best results
nothing of this nature can be taught or spoken
ask yourself if this ride really worth your time
beware the pact you signed you agreed to the terms
silence remains for those blocked by their decision
of course daimonion is an ancient spirit
left inside a prison unable to escape
until you broke the stone you unleashed the spirit
to answer the riddle of the meaning of life
elusive to respond the spirit speaks in tones
deep in your viscera you feel what the music
answers as a reply the tones of the spirit
neither spoken nor sung emanate through the light
green as the firefly tails sparking a surge a pulse
electric to shock stiff the living as if dead
resting in the forest you wake as from a dream
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