mistress of the wood (15 Oct 2008)

o love - my achilles' heel
i paid tribute to this god
a sacrifice given all too delightfully
and foolishly

i was only a mistress
dear, i am not bitter
but i was only your mistress
and now i mourn the loss of what i thought was love

i remember
with the light hitting your eyes
reciting another's words
and in the memory, i turn my heart away

thank god i don't need you
i've turned to my oak grove
and i'll wander by myself

i told you the truth
perhaps i love too easily
i'm beginning to think i'll always be
the mistress of the wood