Oooh, I like the contrasts here, and the contrast in the twist too.

Painfully ironic indeed, that hopeful ending!

She has not reached the end of her dark path.

A perfect Nan Elmoth atmosphere in this poem, and I think it describes very well the magic of the woods (or Eöl's magic). I love it how in the first part she's all alone and thinks that if there's anyone else in the woods, they're hiding in the shadows. But then she sees a path and hears a pleasant birdsong. It must have felt inviting! Of course she would go that way. I enjoyed this poem very much (and am happy that my photo also gave you inspiration to write).

You really captured it!  Beautiful!