(Will-O'-Wisp,
fox fire, or ignis fatuus or foolish fire created by
a glow
emmitted from a decaying timber.)
The Will
-'O- Wisp
By Jack
Prelutsky
You are
lost in the desolate forest
Where the
stars give a pitiful light.
But the
far-away glow of the Will of the Wisp
Offers
hope in the menacing night.
It is lonely
and cold in the forest,
And you
shiver with fear in the damp,
As you
follow the way of the Will of the Wisp
And the
dance of it’s flickering lamp.
But know,
as you trudge through the forest,
Toward
that glistening torch in the gloom,
That the
eerie allure of the Will of the Wisp
Summons
you down to your doom.
It will
lead you astray in the forest,
Over ways
never traveled before.
If ever
you follow the Will of the Wisp,
You’ll
never be seen anymore.
Jack-O-Lantern
(From
the Southern Swamps)