The Lady in the Forest

Can we expect a warm welcome with wide open arms,
Arms reaching as high as to reach the lonesome stars,
Stars that will reveal the meaning of life the surest,
O' merciful old Lady of this old loathing Forest.

With spiteful wicked eyes,
You read our souls like books,
And with a darkling nose,
creep our most inner nerves.

May we leave now with no worry or fear,
Fear that you will either follow or not let leave here,
Here where your haunting luminescence preys on the closest,
O' merciful old Lady of this old loathing Forest.