Dark murmurs out on the moors
Mother senses change most subtle
She can not speak it
yet still they sense her fears
Seeds of rumor planted
Falsehoods feast on misinformation
growing fatter by the hour
As they craft their parchments
for posterity and other flights of fancy
Do not join to this fool’s errand
Pay heed the whispers in the forest
hear and know her verse
While cities burn and tremble
find comfort and shelter
where memories are long