Wildfire Two-Step

[Verse 1]
The fiddle sawed, the floorboards groaned,
A silent wildfire, my heart owned.
Dust motes spun in the lantern light,
As cousins clutched me, holding tight.
My boots, they scraped on weathered oak,
A current deep, that no one spoke.

[Chorus]
Two-step slow, don't look her way,
Past the bramble, where shadows play.
This loyalty’s a knot I can’t untie,
Beneath the watchful, midnight owl's eye.

[Verse 2]
Her laughter echoed, low and deep,
A spring-fed current, secrets keep.
I felt the pull, a deep root's strain,
Against the sense that whispered pain.
The scent of pine, the damp earth's breath,
Felt like a prelude to a slow, sweet death.

[Bridge]
The ancestral bedrock, strong and old,
Holds tales of love, both brave and cold.
But undergrowth of what might be,
Chokes out the clear, straight path for me.

[Outro]
Just shadows moving, under an owl's low cry.
Lord, don't let her catch my eye.