The Forest
the rot starts from within
growing out from within the wood
brittle like the ends of an ashy fire
dripping black oil, staining the forest
empty branches crack in the wind
hollow corpses in a row
huddled under a blackened sky
pelted by the never ending rain
black bark chips away
crumbling to dust under the heavy downpour
but still, it stands
an empty forest left to rot
a scar across the earth
forever silent
waiting for the rain to stop
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