Far Below the Canopy

Far Below the Canopy

Clouded judgement, an air full of dust,

once a tread path, now forgotten.

The arched boughs, the supporters of this canopy,

masking what lies below.

The realm of branches, enclosed by lustrous, emerald leaves,

home to the song bird,

unaware of what lurks beneath this elevated paradise.

Its song rouses the sun from its slumber, as it descends,

and sets the forest ablaze;

but what lurks below extinguishes the flickering candle.

Far below the canopy, where only the fleeting light remains,

one can hear the song bird trill, it's voice full of love- 

unwittingly mocking,
what lies below.

As the sun sets, the enclave is near darkness,

and what lurks beneath, moves.

One step at a time, moving across the forest floor;

with each movement, desecrating the graves of its victims. 

It walks, it slithers, it travels slowly-

each step echoing off the bones strewn below.

In the shadows, pools of blood stare,

their feral nature ready to come forth.

A cloying stench permeates the darkness-

the putrid essence, nearly tangible.

The song bird sings, as the sun bids 'farewell',

and what lurks below, pauses beneath the canopy.

The last notes of the song bird fade away,

a distant memory of what was once true.

Then all is silent.