(Part 01) - The Shattering

There's not much left of it,
for darkness has overruled the throne;
Not a single dew drop survives on the leaves;
All dried, deep brown, scattered
over the infertile dirt,
covered with
crimson blood,
which once held
silence in its hands...
The decayed skeletons
lying at the center of the dead leaves
with cracked bones are visible
to the naked eye...
Not a single man ever returned
from this land of the unknown.
Only the wind that blew
through the woods
knew its long
lasted
peace has
come to an
end.
The wind himself,
now has left alone with
the ashes that have been
stitched to every bark
where
life
redeemed
long ago...