Gravewood Lullaby
Cordelia Cross
Jan 10, 2026 07:16
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The forest hums with hollow breath
A choir stitched from bone and death
Leaves crunch softly under fate
Each step arrives a moment late
The moon hangs pale like watching skin
While something stirs the dark within
Roots curl tight around the ground
Guarding truths that must not sound
Crows rehearse forgotten names
Carved in bark and fed to flames
The air tastes old, like rust and rain
Like whispered prayers that went insane
Shadows lean and learn your shape
They memorize the way you ache
The trees do not forget your face
They wait, they watch, they mark your place
When silence speaks, it speaks of you
And what the woods intend to do
