A/N: Pass the Poetry 2020 05/29 entry
Revised: 06/18/2020
She lingers in the shadows,
she hides behind the trees,
and within the shattered leaves.
To the world, she is forgotten,
but in my mind, she lives on.
Her once pure satin skin
tarnished by slashes and bruises.
Her body dangled on that tree,
now surrounded by fog.
She hung from the bent branch
like a doll strung up for display.
Death has claimed her soul
and restored her stolen beauty,
but yet she still remains here
for sentiment or vengeance.
Who would know?
She had an innocence, unaccepted
for demons rode along side her,
giving her abominable gifts,
so she must hang by law.
But even now, years later, she remains
to haunt this tree so that her injustice
will be remembered here on...
forever.
