I'd walked those woods yet never knew
The secret held within it's bark
I pondered since how I had missed
The mystery which whispers there.
They say her voice can still be heard;
Upon the breeze it echoes through
the dappled leaves, and calls the name,
betrayer of a love once fair
The forest claim'd and made anew
The mortal shell she laid to rest
Her tears remain like morning dew
Within the woods she lay amidst
There can be found her last adeiu
Masked only by the morning's mist.
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