The night has fallen upon the forest,
darkness closes upon all I see.
Neither moon nor stars shine to light my way,
but I neither lose my path nor falter.
For the path of stones stretches before me,
a pale strip in the malevolent night.
A lone guardian stands just on its edge;
silent, watchful, one who’s hardly noticed.
Though I see not her eyes, I feel her gaze
as I quietly make my way forward.
Her form is sentinel and protector,
watching over all who tread this faint path.
Though I barely see her I’m not frightened,
for she is the sole reason that I’m here.