Journey - part 2

Note: I edited the line in the 3rd stanza of part 1 to match the rhyme scheme, per the commentor's advice ^_^. Here's part 2!

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I pick a path to aid my pace,
And keep my eye upon the grace
Embodied in this siren fair
Who's robed in white, and golden hair.

I get a little closer, now,
And as I gain, I wonder how
She knew I'd come so quickly hence.
It surely was an extra sense.

Her flowing robe is glowing, still
And in her steps, a magic dwells.
The earth behind her stays alight,
And pierces through this forest night.

I weary from my sudden trip.
My foot rechecks itself- I slip.
She casts a glance behind her, and
With just a smirk, holds out her hand.

She's still too far away to touch,
And shows no signs of slowing much.
Is this her way of mocking me?
Her taunting lifts me to my knee.