In this desecrated wood
Petrified by stone.
Fireflies have not withstood,
Winter’s white cyclone.
In this desecrated lake
A sickened surface stares.
Vision cannot penetrate
The deepness of despair.
Near this desecrated path
Ravens you may find.
Echoes of their shallow laughs,
Tantalize the mind.
And in this desecrated wood
Petrified by stone.
The only tree that stands for good-
Forever, stands alone.
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