Forest Of The Damned Poem by Lora Colon

The blessed days have come and gone,
No more is my path strewn with petals,
I wander the Forest of the Damned,
My feet treading on thorns and nettles

Not one star lends its guiding fire,
What wretched outcast closed heaven's door?
Moans and cries of sadness fill the air,
A cold darkness walks the forest floor

I begged for love, shouting my prayer
Like a sinner recently baptized,
Love was granted, but quickly reclaimed,
For what sin am I being chastised?

I don't pretend to walk alone,
Newly shattered hearts join mine each day,
We loved and we lost..... but we did love,
And it's worth the price we have to pay

As I walk this accursed forest,
I'll carve our initials in the trees,
As guardian of the love we shared,
This forest holds all my memories