It showed up right on time—
A glow of blue in my vision line.
Long seemed the moment of unrest
’Afore I followed it into the forest.
In that moment everyone told me
“Other ways you’d much better be going,”
But their voices flew from my ears
When I learned they were only my fears.
So with crainte vanquished and gone
I followed the will-o’-the-wisp on,
Looking not ever behind.
The forest of trees, they were kind.