The Lady of the Wood
by MrDaMan
Virgil R Hall II (Randy)

Evil roots in the dark for terror,
for the sustenance that draws death
out of the circle of life’s troubled destiny.
It is here in the forest at night where the
Lady of the Wood earns her fame.

Beneath the moons fog the rich Earth
seduces fear with curiosity, with a sigh
of the pine bough in shiftless winds.
The soothing creak of a maples arms
considering the weight of desire.

With the love of mother nature
she endures a maidens distress.
Spreading supple limbs envious
of the smoothness of her bark.
Anxious to explore secret gardens.

In this moment of ecstasy it’s
difficult to tell the forest from the knees.
Humans from the bees, the buzzing from the
breeze… the loving from disease.
As she screams from hugging trees.

The roots entwine the Lady of the Wood,
as she draws her last breath from the circle
of life… it is here with the bones of a curious cat
that she greets death with a horrific smile.
She can rest grimly satisfied if only for a while.

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