Nothing stirred; nothing sang
A fortress of ancient trees - centuries untouched
Entombed souls in its woody heaven.
Dappled anisotropic light; a mystical beauty
Flecks of shimmering gold, thick lush greenery.
Whispers of wind rustled the foliage

A divine sight -this unexpected serenity
Yet prickling with caution
Something buried deep down;
Something sinister
Shrouding a presumed leafy paradise
Beneath everything, obscured a seed of evil.