"Through tangled roots and silver glades I roam The forest whispers secrets of my home Your laughter, human, haunts the willow's sigh A fleeting warmth beneath a starless sky The moons, they watch, their lanterns cold and pale I beg their light to pierce my tattered veil" “The oak remembers how we wandered till dawn His clumsy steps on moss, stumbling like a fawn But now the leaves are sharp, they cut, they scorn Each step I take unravels more of time, I am forlorn I scream his name—is it his? Certainty, a saboteur The wind just howls, my thoughts a jagged blur.” "Oh, moons above, you saw his mortal flame His fleeting touch, his voice, his whispered name Unweave the fog that binds my fading mind I m slipping, clawing, feral in my grief A shadow of the sylvan beneath the leaf" "The vines, they pull, they braid into my hair The earth demands I stay, but he's not there His eyes were they of hazel, blue, or gold? The memory frays, my heart grows sharp and cold I tear the bark, I rend the river's flow A beast am I, where once a lover glowed" "Oh, moons above, you saw his mortal flame His fleeting touch, his voice, his whispered name Unweave the fog that binds my fading mind I m slipping, clawing, feral in my grief A shadow of the sylvan beneath the leaf" "The moons stay silent, mocking from their throne My mind unravels, flesh returns to stone His name is gone, a growl within my throat The forest claims its wild, untamed devotee I am the night, the thorn, the feral cry A sylvan no more beneath the moons, I die"
