The Dryad Predicts (Poetry)

He murdered my love
cut down in sunlight
with his screeching sword
all those who could fled
from that cold carnage

Hacked my darling down
sliced each strong brown limb
that smashed on the ground
sending deep shock waves
warning the forest

I am homeless now
I lived in his heart
thrilled to each budding
and spreading of leaves
the gods know I grieve

along with the earth
that misses his weight
while dispossessed roots
have nothing to hold
but a stump sap-dry

That assassin’s gone
to butcher more trees
not knowing within
he nurtures disease
from Death’s tainted air