Woods

shamrocks and lilacs
wreathed her brow
the brow he'd kill for
she knew

running listlessly
through broken woods
clinging moss
and smiling branches

she never stopped.
he called to the clouds
but the message was
in vain

when he'd whisper
she'd slow,
cock her head to one side
and reply to the wind -

"never again, my dear. never again...."