She dwells deep in the forest…

While the breeze flows through the leaves,
Spreading whispers in its wake,
Beyond the far off tree line,
The ground begins to quake.

The tree tops start to quiver,
With the rhythm of a drum,
Birds flee the forest, shrieking,
From fear of what’s to come.

As trees begin to give way
Creating a path of death,
Smoke billows through the clearing,
Like an echo of breath.

The havoc comes to a halt,
As quick as it had begun.
And in the space it ended,
There rests a house for one.

1 April 2020 |