In forests deep, where silence reigns,

Where roots recall the warrior’s pain,

I stood alone by bending tree —

A dagger clenched in hand, like sin in me.

A shadow crawled, like dream or flame,

She whispered low, she called my name:

“O knight, so weary — do not flee,

I only wish to set your spirit free.”

Her eyes were green as ancient woods,

Her voice — a song that stirs the blood.

I knew her kiss would bring me low —

Yet still, my heart began to glow.

⚔️ O Lord, is it sin that I loved her so?

Between faith and her — the bridge lay broke.

Yet the sky did not fall when I kissed her lips —

Only life swept in like a healing wind’s kiss.

Her mouth — like berries ripe with flame,

Her hair — wild grass that spoke my name.

We kissed as if the world stood still —

And for the first time, I dared to feel.

But then — warm liquid, thick and red…

Her blood upon my hand had spread.

The dagger pierced her fragile frame —

And all my soul was lost to shame.

“Don’t cry, brave knight. Your heart is true,

I loved it, though it trembled too.

You still can love, and still can grieve —

Which means you live — though you believe.”

⚔️ O Lord, forgive… I wounded love!

Not blade, but fear, drew blood thereof.

Yet in her kiss I saw the light —

That love can rise beyond the night.

She vanished, like a song on breeze.

I lay in tears, on bloodied leaves,

With blade, and wine, and lips now gone —

Yet something pure within lived on.

And when death came — I met it with a smile,

For I had seen her eyes… once more, awhile.

He who has kissed a faerie’s lips —

Fears not the dark, nor death’s eclipse.