THE FALLEN

Sherbrooke Forest | By Penny Whetton

 THE FALLEN

Tree branches bend,

scarred by age.

Beaten by the storm,

many hit the ground

amid piles of leaves.

Without a proper burial,

no one mourns their loss.

The fallen won’t be forgotten

as replacements take root

in the shade of the tall trees.

Sunshine filters through the forest,

lighting the way for the future.

THE FALLEN

Sherbrooke Forest | By Penny Whetton

 

The trees have been hurt,

Scarred by the recent storm.

Their leaves have fallen,

Fallen soldiers of nature’s war.

Without a proper burial,

No one will mourn for them.

New leaves will soon sprout

And take their place.

The cycle will continue

Through time and space.

WALK TALL

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THE DEAD will rise soon.

The birds know the score.

They rise in the night

To take blood and more.

The winds will blow hard.

THE DEAD will walk tall.

The waves will rise high.

No one left at all.

We can run and hide.

Yellow through and through.

We can stand and fight.

Are you with me too?

We decide right now

What our plight will be.

I don’t want to die

Or washed out to sea.

Wolf approaches first.

Beast in beauty form.

Takes me in his arms.

Time for us to mourn.

THE DEAD GAME

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LAMENT FOR THE DEAD

A paradise is now lost and gone,
Never to be found again.
Whomever the demons come upon,
No more peace but only pain.

Like a cold witches' brew.
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.

Warm winds turn cold
As all become prey.
The young and old.
For them we must pray. 

Hell hath no fury
Like a demon scorned.
There is no jury
For a small town mourned.

Who'll save Oasis
From 'The Dead' demons?
Who will now face us,
More dead or demons?

Pray for us.
We are alone
Come save us.
We must atone. 

 THE DEAD GAME

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THE FALLEN

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Sherbrooke Forest | By Penny Whetton

The tree has been hurt.
Scarred by the storm.
Its leaves have fallen.
Fallen soldiers of war.
Without a proper burial.
Who will mourn them?
The fallen of nature.
The tree will mourn
their loss.
Until new leaves sprout
to take their place.
And the cycle continues.