Call Of The Woods.

The woods are calling me tonight,
They're singing to me, soft,
Voices latent on the air,
Below, aside, aloft.

The woods are calling me tonight,
I don't quite understand,
My feet move of their own accord,
Doesn't matter where they land.

The woods are calling me tonight,
My eyes are blank but wide,
I know for when I enter them,
I'm in for such a ride.

Witchery and witchcraft,
Vampires and fangs,
Werewolves and shifting limbs,
Magic-hungry pangs.

The woods are calling me tonight,
I'll answer them right now,
I don't know why they're calling me,
And I don't know how.