Sanctuary.

I cannot feel the earth below;
The rich and dirty ground.
There is no single soul in view;
I cannot hear a sound.

They whisper to me, do you know?
They tell me of sweet stories;
The Elder Trees embrace the sky
In all their pride and glory.

Beyond my guards, the frost-bound world
Cannot touch me here.
Winter's icy fingertips
Can't wrap around my fear.

But wait, what dark tales do they tell
Now that the night has come?
A disturbing air has filtered through;
A slow and ominous hum.

Like spirals twisting towards me
The branches are now cursed.
Enclosing round my lungs and heart
Without a doubt, they burst.

I'm now the gasping wind in the air,
I'm the leaves reaching out to the sky.
My sanctuary, once peaceful and free
Has withered away; It has died.