encounter in a wood

Last night I dreamt of a forest.
Above a stream in a clearing
floated fairies or sprites or spirits.
They moved as wisps of color and grace.
In the dark edges of the wood, evil lurked.
we could all feel it

I wrote the angels a poem
to say hello and thank you,
to help keep the evil away.
I had to leave the forest,
will never know if my words mattered
but I know they heard them.
we could all feel it