The Lure Of Mystery Poem by Joseph D E Phillips

The lure of mystery enthralls this heart.
The veiling fog wraps up those trees seductively
Like a woman, unknown.

Those fields, which once stood plain, now call this longing soul.
The cure for mystery cannot be found
Except for the knowing— the fulfilling of the strong desire—
The walking upon of the unknown path—
The dangerous, misted forest floor.

What can a man do to shield himself?
To shield his heart from the snare of mystery?
This heart must enter the void or die.
This heart must enter the void carefully or he shall die
Anyway.

The lure of mystery enthralls this heart.
The veiling fog wraps up those trees
Like a seductive woman's clothing.