the bones of long-forgotten beings/secrets buried in the dirt below the trees and plants and moss/ancient songs whose words have disappeared, their echoes faded away; the words are now long-forgotten/ the spirits of old; witches who once resided in the forest; tree sprites/the Old Gods, who have resided here since the dawn of time/the haunting calls of owls hidden away/angels and demons and lost souls finding their way to River Styx/the thinned veil between this world and the next/bits and pieces of a bygone era/hallowed walls of an ancient church, its stones wrapped by ivy and covered by moss/my escaped soul the moment I step off the path/the yearning to live among the trees and herbs and animals that comes of out nowhere/the whispers among the trees of incantations and spells, stories forgotten/a breeze, stirring leaves and petals and feathers; breathing life through the forest/a breath, a heart, a broken dream lingering among the branches/spider webs covered in drops of water high in the branches; they remain untouched/a hunger, a yearning, for someone new to get lost among the trees; leading someone to the veil between the worlds/the eternally wandering, the damned, the restless, the hopeless.
the forest hides unseen things that she will forever hang on to, like secrets long lost...
