Every leaf shivered as the sun was slain;
blood eyed in defeat,
on the crimson stained view
of my horizon he fell...
slaughtered in a massacre
in the the last brave un-chimed hour
of his demise.
Long shadows
from sunken cowering roots
of tall trees crept, low and silent
in flight across the forest's littered floor
as a lost battle raged behind them;
but I was not there for the sun,
nor the tall trees that called themselves a forest...
