Through the leaves
of the whispering trees
falls the cool moonlight,
caressing her pale cheeks,
glimmering on small tears
traitorously flowing from
her tormented eyes.
She walks on swiftly,
her foosteps making
the quietest sound
on the forrest floor.
Her heart cries out,
longing to run back
to that place of refuge,
but her feet carry her
ever forward, ever onward.
How she wishes to turn
for one last look
at what was once her home,
but she dares not
for fear of what sight
will meet her eyes there.
The ruins and spirits
taunt her and plague her
even as she runs to escape.
But she knows in her heart,
there is no escape...
