walking softly the wind will blow
faintest of sounds
turn your head just so
catch a glimpse
the warrior beauty
as quick and you saw
just as quickly is gone
the voice of the forest
though a prisoner in herself
the choice of a savior
is to sit on the shelves
looking through the forest light
when darkness falls
hear screams in the night
untill the sun rises
the moon rules on
when rays fall upon earth
her spirit lives on