Ghost towns haunt her tear-filled eyes
Storm clouds threaten to dampen her fire
Trees grow up as she withers away
Darkness devours allowing fear to stay.
Thorny vines round skin embrace
Earth and worms, without a trace
Digging deeper in forest core
She is trapped in her own war.
A battle within that is too close to call
A touch or a breath could lead to her fall
Destiny awaits with the rising sun
Only time will tell which one of her won.