"Am I already lost in the predatory woods"

[butterflydreaming]

Am I already lost in the predatory woods
enthralled with the scent of magic
nights by moonlight's illumination
and mornings glistening with rain
Have I already left behind all chance
of coming out safely again
from the untamed places
Where paw prints stain the snow
and familiar forms
turn strange behind a myst woven veil
It is too late to stay
within safe walls
Too late; I have ventured out
into this story
aware of the wolf
and the wolf aware of me.