Breathe in once more and roll the mist back The forest of youth has been cut down Where she made love so many times Breathing out sighs into the damp still. The leaves turned black that winter Golden-brown and apple-red turned pitch And he saw her naked under the birches He stalked her with mad-rolling eyes. He saw her roll in the dirt and decay Her white teeth caught shafts of light That shone through tree tops heights Youth and age became fused in time. Once her weary prey was cast aside She danced in sweat down wooded ways Her muscles rippled in pastel gloom She laughed madly at the power of youth. Even as darkness fell she worried not But gasped when a scarecrowed sillouette Stood like a reaper in the distance: Quickly the forest closed behind her. And from that day onwards she was taken The doomed forest was her deliverance But I took the roots from the scorched earth Where once she writhed in bloom. For I hunted her hunter through ages past And bore witness to his destructive ways And when the moment came for me to act He destroyed me with his kindly words. On forsaken land sprouted green shoots Soon a beautiful young forest had grown I would spurn his words and take her back But she is old now and fallen like leaves.