Whispers in the Forgotten Woods

Whispers in the Forgotten Woods

In the silence of forgotten woods,

Where shadows speak in mystic moods,

A tale of souls, both lost and torn,

Echoes softly from the forlorn.

A princess, cloaked in time's embrace,

Chasing dreams she cannot trace.

Her heart, once bright, now fades to gray,

A flame extinguished, led astray.

Beneath the moon’s cold silver glow,

She finds the secrets that trees bestow,

Of love once pure, now trapped in time,

Of worlds untouched by reason's climb.

The fireflies hum a mournful song.

As memories in whispers throng,

Of distant lands where hearts once met,

Now swallowed whole by deep regret.

Yet still she walks, through endless night,

Searching for a love, once pure, now light.

Her tears are stars, her heart, a flame—

Chasing what can never be the same.

In these woods, where time is lost,

She learns the price, the final cost—

That love, though gone, will never fade,

But lingers on in shadows' shade.