An enchanted forest

turned three years sour

Plagued with darkness,

infected with hurt

No sun shines through its barren trees

No cries escape the mouths of the haunted

Could its floors become luscious again?

Could its trees part ways in an evergreen smile?

Could its winds whisper tunes?

Or is it forever cursed to spend all eternity

lusting after what it never quite had,

but always desired