The trees encroached from all edges
tall dark mysterious,
beckoning to all, men and women, old and young,
and they obliged

Crowds flocked, passing between oaks miles high
barely seeing their neighbor meters away
continued on their unknown journey
away from the city; into the darkness

There were no murmurs of discontent,
no sounds at all, but the crunch of leaves at their feet,
still they walked on, parading
through the tight corridors, walled-in by wood

Moving closer to the forest’s heart
where the trees are ageless and time slows,
the group moves mindless, zombified
one path, one quest, one mystery

Cities lie empty, forgotten, and cold
to be vacant for eternity,
remnants of a civilization that has moved on
leaving the city and its way of life to the wayside.

Trees sway, gleaming bright; emeralds in the moon light.
Grass covers the earth keeping her mysteries out of sight,
Gravestones extend out of the darkness all around.
The clearing at this late hour whispers not a sound.

The bodies of those gone long ago, slumber
those been swallowed up by death's hunger.
The last war returned the world to its wild state
where all that remains are the evidences of people's hate.

But still there is some beauty to the monstrosity
a pristine, everlasting testament to our humanity.
A stark reminder of how things aught to be,
just a little too late. Why couldn't we see?