Awash in black waters coloring the page

She rises, slowly coming out

from the pale lobotomy of a once living tree

she taps into the essence the soul

remembering her rings. How old was she?

The day the earth shook.

The day the men came.

Severed she fell as the color dripped

giving depth and life to new eyes

She saw the world, her creator,

reborn in the ferocity of a beast.

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