I watch as she soars through the trees,
She tears each one apart,
As she jumps about,
From branch to branch.

I watch her muddled crimson hair sway gently in the breeze,
She cries as the voices never stop,
As she replays each despairing memory,
From her long harbored past.

I watch her stop moving,
She stoops upon a large vacant tree branch,
As she gazes down at the deep blue expanse,
From pieces of her bittersweet memories.

I watch her contemplate revenge,
She slams her fist upon the soft tree trunk,
As she leaps down to stand in it's murky shore,
From her endless cold reserve.

I watch her smile maliciously,
She has eyes of embers set ablaze from her heartbreak,
As she has made plans to ruin a lost future,
From times where she used to know what it meant to smile.

I watch her,
And so the story shall start to unfold finally,
All in sweet, menacing accordance,
To the prophecy she made for him.