He Walks In Silence

Green eyes like emeralds
Flaming red hair like a 1000 suns
Take a walk through the open field
A big oak tree calls out

Haunting his dreams
Calling out, it beckons.
The grass is so beautiful

Walking in silence
The grass cuts and bleeds him dry
He walks in silence

Tormented on the inside.
The Tree feels like home
This Tree will be his grave

Ravens cawing
Is this his end?

A sigil of the unknown lies on the ground
Reaching out the serpent of ill intent
Snatches his hand and pulls him into the ground.

Screaming in silence
The Tree is his grave
A hand surfaces from the ground.
A remembrance of what was.