Awoken in pines.
A forest to the other side.
Fog gently shrouds her eyes.
Tendrils of Ivy,
Grasp at her body.
Life's formless creations burning bright.
Run screaming through the brambles to the stars.
Run screaming through the heavens and the trees.
A haunted moon,
Strung up above the drunken woods.
An ancient haven for a white lace sky.
Brick and mortar,
Can't help but falter.
The world is too quiet without her breath.
Disparity in earth's tractate.
Frozen firth, a hymn endures.
A ritual to consecrate,
Fields and fawns and misted moor.