Bound In Meadow

Under a cloudy moonlit haze, faded into the light,

Don’t catch their little solemn gaze,

They don’t jump and laugh tonight.

Eternally chained to this glade,

Forever dancing, never resting,

The accursed little ones play.

In silent mourning, a face of
Sightless tears; they’re always yearning.

The closer you come, the farther they roam,

Fade when you've caught up, behind you they show up.

Vengeful spirits bound to stone, around and around

They eerily drone.
Chant to curse, a devilish verse,

For curiosity you baited and your freedom they hated.

Now caught in a rift, between shade and corporeal,

Eternally you'll dance, while everything seems un-real.

Their plighted curse lifted, they shimmer into the night:

Unchecked, unveiled and unquestionably unsealed.