Lost

 I have lost in a dark wood, where a place full of stars.

Sometimes I can see the sparkling eyes 

through the dark fog and hear the hauling in the guest wind.

The trees are all identical and hard to distinguish, 

whereas only the moon I can find to be the compass in my mind.

I saw a shadow of a doe, 

quickly vanishing into a mist of mystery, 

with the sound of a stream beyond my sight.

I ain't going to find my way home, 

so I think I'll just sleep here 

under this old tree, 

where an eternal peaceful home

for a lost soul like me

I dreamed about my fate

An ugly cunning wizard promised a destination I would go

and I woke up in a dark wood, where e a place full of stars.