Lily

she drifts to a world of fantasy the drifting Redwood falls below the surface alone she sits in her lucid dream her very soul permeates a reason for being into a darkened forest with zombie creatures husks of bitter matter on their being long viscious fangs that drip blood off side inside she hides away from its gloom yet she takes a step into this vast domain watches a nearby swan in the lake the is in her a direct correlation between love and hate some call this fate yet she still seeks for a reason for being with a hand across her heart she makes a timeless dart onto a barren path there she can breath in the silence of her own thoughts next the wolves come across her scent then she runs away looks back into a vast expanse of eyes piercing through the very fabric of her soul she screams with intense fervor to futher the moment then at last there was peace the sun dashes in on her frame a cause to rejoice as she smiles with the reluctance of immeasurable bliss