Venturing forth into dark woods unknown.
Slipping away from the deeply trodden path.
Far past where the foot steps end,
and the animal tracks cease.
Creeping into the strange darkness,
enveloped by ancient trees with ancient spirits.
The cold of the winter night is biting at my skin,
and the canopy masks the nighttime moon.
The primordial spirit of the woods themselves
beckons me to delve deeper.
Secrets of untold origins
are whispered into the minds eye,
as I have become numb and deprived of senses.
Truth unfolds from the emptiness,
and the emptiness unfolds from the truth.
The journey ends with the same as it began,
finding my way back to the well-marked path.
This time I march the path with sadness in my heart,
and longing in my soul.
Nothing is true but nothingness and never shall I return.
Credit'-- Like that? You mean?
I hope you don't mind that I did that, but I was thinking the same thing. If it's prose it's one thing, but a lyric or poem is much easier, and less apt to be passed over, if it's phrased out. Much easier to view to put a tune to also.
I did like the imagery in this as I'm fond of my wooded area on my property and it definitely is inspiring. Being an Indian hunting ground has also made me contemplate quietly by the firepit those that were there before me. (My son and I even saw a disappearring doglike creature which to this day we have no idea where it went.) But anyways, this did speak to me. The midsection could be expanded to personalize it a bit if you'd want to get a little more specific. It's a generalization of going in, absorbing and experiencing, and leaving never to return, but why?
Or turn it in to a concept thing and explain that in another part.
Nice read though. I liked it. And you created pictures without using a lot of thesaurus-like words which was good. (no offense to those who do either.)