Forged of Pills

i. ghostly figure
a silhouette so white
glides through the forest
in the dark of the night
silence stretches out
wrapping round the birds and the deer
leaving no clues
not a trail

ii. rose petals
soft rain drops kiss them
but her fingers brush away
all trace of their existence

iii. an uneasy feeling
fills the once magical gardens
magnificent flora
closed to the shadows
a lingering scent
to comfort the lost

iv. as 3am arrives
madness settles in
familiarity of being watched
starts once again
wind caresses her skin
her skin brushes leaves
when again the rain comes
the water
the tears

v. orderlies force
pills into her mouth
images fade
her escape was a lie
small windows hold no paths
to the castle
the walls are her home