Broken Voices

Deep within the forest,

the elven choir sings,

as dryad men attempt

to save their precious trees.

Birds perch on thick branches,

twittering their sweet song.

 

 

Man comes into vision,

along with many frights.

The elven choir waits,

for their forests return.

The dryads fall to sleep,

their trees cut clean away.

 

 

Man brought many horrors.

Scared the magic away.

Never to return here,

until men dry to husks.

The elven choir waits,

and dryads wilt away.

 

 

Reviews

[Damien Dsoul]

Sad. Very intricate, delicate, and yet sad to note the wrought that man has brought upon the world.