The Wandering Woods

Here in the wandering woods, you have no self.

It's you and the trees

Swaying to a melody playing in the wind.

Here in The Wandering Words, you have no hope.

It's just you and the

UNDEAD

Limping along an unknown path

- Found in a diary on the road.

[The tale of a twelve year old girl, who escapes death with her two four year old friends.]
[Poetry]