There is a woman, a woman of lore
But the woman of old is known no more
She is a story that no one will remember
The tale of old humans have burnt out its ember
Clad in white, she weeps by the tree
Her soul inside will never be free
Alone in the woods, she feels nothing but obscurity
All from the humans' own insecurity
Covered where her eyes had been, nothing insight
She cries all day for she can't see the light
The people of old has forsaken her
These 3000 years to her have been a blur
She sits alone, in the forest so cold
The story of the woman, no longer told
No one looks for he in the woods anymore
As all her people once did before
I know of a story, a story that's true
Of a woman whose life is never through
She sits by the tree weeping all day
For there is no one who can take her away
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Picture Prompted Poetry
PoetryHello all, this is going to be where I post my poetry and short stories prompted by images. I am taking requests so if you want to see a poem or short story for a picture that you like, send it my way! Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy!
