Through the forest damp and dark
Home of wolf, moose and lark
Whilst illuming ribbons waft in moon’s silent stead
A shimmering crown tops the goddess’ head
She beckons me as I dream
to sit with her by a silver stream
The water was cold and crystal clear
These are the times I hold most dear
“It’s time, dear one, to make your choice.
I can show you songs, but it is your voice.
Look into these mirrors and ponder what you see
The time has come to choose who you will be.”
She drew up two mirrors in two different places
more than that, they showed different faces!
One was a student, a fine young man,
The other was a girl sitting in her own fantastic land.
The world whirled and spun around my head
As I made my choice, I found myself in bed.
I embraced both faces, my own battle won
Truly, it is what I always should have done.