"Through the Woods" by Stephanie Pui-Mun Law

Dear Traveller! O Wanderer -- trace back your steps this eve,
for whispers glide on zephyr's wing, and eyes watch from the leaves.
They toy with those who venture near
from twig and branch and hollow peer;
with piercing touch, and laughter cold
and kiss to steal away the soul.

O Traveller! O Wanderer -- if must you tread on so
then heed this song and follow 'long the path the sun will go.
And nevermind sweet serenades
to lure your feet on promenades.
And nevermind the golden scents
that taunt with yester's remniscents.
And nevermind temptation's tune
that glitters like a star-strewn noon.
And never ever dare forget
that those who passed -- the fey ones let.