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