There’s no running from demons.
Lying in wait, the demon hugs his glee.
Nearby, in the black water, swims a serpent heavy with death
The girl lying in bed struggles in dream
The mourners weep, sealing the silence
Lost among the flowers
The willow feasted on evil and became poison.
The oak reached deep into the earth and became love.
A child’s fate lies somewhere in between.
It takes a resolute girl
To go a resolute way.
To keep a strong heart
As she walks into the dark
And never runs away.