Where darkened shadows encompass all,
Where giants most surely fall,
Yet soundlessly, for no one hears nor sees.

Where color dulls to ebony and gray,
Where sunlight never appears in day.

Where mystery hides within disguise,
Where apprehension never dies.

Where a traveled path lies beyond discovery,
Where unearthly happiness obscures utmost misery,

Where corruption has not dared to haunt,
Where a mystical force endures within conscious thought.
… Only upon the forest floor.

Sierra Bruse