Old Stuff #1 Murder in the Forest

It was a tiny whisper
Urgent and echoing
That swept through the trees on the wind
Silent and shadowing

It was an unheard sound
Like rhythmic humming
Pounding on the hollow fallen trunks
Leaving drumming

It was a single drop
Of dirty soiled rain
Poisoned by a traitor's blood
Left there to stain

It was a glint of metal
Lying in the grass
The life of whom it had stolen
Pale as empty glass

It was a mourner's cry
Taken up by the creatures
Wolves and birds and foxes sound out
The pain upon her features

It was her lifeless face
That broke the many hearts
Of those who dared to look upon
The sweet and long departed