I stand at the threshold

Grassy green meeting Snowy white

The woods beckon me in

The vast acres of the enchanted forest

Tempting my hooded figure

What lurks in those unknown woods?

I can only imagine the worst

But temptation pulls me in

My boots leaving tracks on the icy carpet

Ten feet in, growing to twenty

My village green, no longer behind me

For the woods go far

They are dark

They are deep

And I have a long way to go

Before I can sleep