forest queen

withered, paling

i never thought you were the fragile type

hollow, swaying

you met the Woodsman and he's got a bite

evergreen words

in twisted verse

he smiles maroon and he takes your fight

cedar scent

you're breaking, bent

fade out under the faerie lights

why'd you run to the trees

to the mossy green

when the rivers always treated you right?

why'd you mar your feet?

all that dirt and heat

would've washed away in the water bright

but you've sunken into the scene

your name, you forget what it means

the Woodsman's got your heart and you've melded with the bark

you're a broken little forest queen