Thread: In the Ashen Grove

In a horizon of time
not so long ago
there was a Madam
who was barely one and five
combined.

She went away from home,
for Hers was gone. For one
failure She had done,
one test that She
could not take.

They, for They was their only
name,
threw all Her things away

Her play things,
Her friends,
Her name,
and Her aspen leave and
tree seeds, that could have matured
and provided Her life.

But all She had left was the Ash Grove,
far off and small in an island
disconnected from the treachery
of the Life. Her world.

There She would weep,
and twirl and twirl in the shadows
of the deaden trees. She would
forget all the unfair lives that people
fell unto Her.

Finally, She would hug them.
The trees. For they reflected,
in a diaphanous reflection,
of Her carcass life

and they will both weep,
and the rain shall fall.
No one shall then remember Her,
but only the Ash Grove.

For all this happened...
In a horizon of time
that was not so long ago
and there was a Madam
who was barely one and five
combined

in that Ashen Grove far off
and disconnected to all...
saved and cherished only
for Her...