A sacred place for knights

The sleeping Soul

Deep within the forest
The wilderness of my soul.
Lies a treasure, hidden under the dark green foliage,
Undisturbed and silent in a damp and secret grove.
The whispering winds can take me there.
Can call and I can follow.
To go deeply in
And deep within,
I stumble in the shadows.
Yet, in that dark, damp forgotten place,
A shaft of divine moonlight finds its way.
A sacred blade,
A laser shard upon my soul.
To lead me deeper still
To treasure yet untold.