She Of The Immortal Poem by eve Taylor

She walks thru fog,

to an entrance,

of what could be,

only to see,

a forest darkly,

carefully,

brushing past,

first brushing trees,

rough against her skin,

still she enters,

no time for unbravery,

she looks,

with curious eyes,

into most densely,

into almost darkness,

she continues on,

cold embraces her,

as she sets on,

it sets on her,

slowing her breath's,

slowly,

she can see,

it's her destiny,

to be one,

one of many undone,

escapists,

one's no longer,

a part of this sun,

or of this night,

one's simply eternal,

not of this life.