Maid of the Wood

In wild forest, all brown and dark
Where blood is sprinkled on green grass
There stood a dreaded tenement
Once confused with a dream house

Here silence is the master with lips of glue
Forbidden is the language of truth
A tongue undisturbed maintained the law
Whips till she shrieks and then left to crawl

Long had the fair one sat in peace
Had none remained to save, only she
She had been the one and only one
Had not left her own company in grief

Cold blows of night, her dream's obscure
Alone, pale she shivers in fire and snow
Nothing much to fear,nothing much to admire
Her heart is a burden, burden of desires

Spiders are busy in knitting death
A certain sign that her life is cursed
Her crippled leg and a broken arm
A certain sign that it is just a start

Stronger and stronger the terror rose
Maid of the wood, now prisoner of walls
Each breath was painful from the previous one
Life becoming feeble under flickering torch

Neglected mansion and they all pity
Perishing flowers and they all pity
Now spring weeps and sun bleeds
Remains behind, Her rotten corpse