You're Too Small

Swallowed by the ground Lead to the lairs of striges, the quivering hounds, and the brittling fireflies So much a soul can stand to be wrenched They endure until she's content Ferns surround me, I can't feel myself The ground shudder, all was overwhelmed Cottage, creek, and pines All of the sudden I was back The presence, in she was I asked it to give me back my life Trembling, it took my hand Achingly, she walked away Feeling my body scurrying back into reality Crows and hounds crawl back into their caves and burrows Voices heard from a distance, but I can't tell what they say Fearfully, it all came to me that once again I was alone