The Girl of Hollow Pines
Cordelia Cross
Oct 9, 2025 03:13
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She walks where the fog drapes the twisted trees
A whisper of shadows in every breeze
Her hair is midnight, her eyes moon-bright
She wanders alone in the ink of night
The owls blink slow with knowing stares
Foxes vanish in the misty lairs
Roots twist like fingers beneath her feet
And the wind hums songs both dark and sweet
Crows gather close, a murmuring crowd
Their wings paint secrets, both eerie and proud
Moss drips like green from the skeletal limbs
And the river hums with ghostly hymns
Her laughter is soft, like a candle’s flame
Yet it sends shivers where the spirits claim
She talks to the shadows, they answer her back
A kingdom of phantoms along every track
Bats swoop low in the twilight’s sigh
Lanterns swing where no one walks by
She dances with wraiths, barefoot on stone
And makes the haunted forest her own
The creatures all bow when she passes near
A girl as strange as the things they fear
Her heart beats in rhythm with night’s embrace
A haunted girl in a haunted place
When dawn peeks shyly through misted pines
She melts with the darkness, leaving no signs
Yet come nightfall, she’s back in the glen
The girl of the haunted woods, feared by men
