A girl in white walks hand in hand
With something not from mortal land.
Its shape is wrong, its voice is low
Its eyes like moons too full to show.
The trees don't
speak.
The crows won't
cry
The wind moves slow,
like something shy.
She asks it things like
“Will I change?”
It does not lie.
Its words are strange.
It once was Man,
It walks like one the world forgot.
Yet in its claws, no harm she finds,
Just careful steps, and tethered minds.
And somewhere far, where no one sees,
The woods remember what’s entwined.
