#Whispers of nature

Saturated in blood
A gown that was once white
Tossed into a fire
With flames burning bright
Her body dismembered
Each part frozen in a bag
Taken to the forest
With a fork and a spade
In a quite remote place
Between the trees a hole
Digging a little deeper
For the remains to go
Without a witness present
The hole is filled in
Patted down hard
With boots stamping
Never to be found
This grave was to be lost
Just another missing person
Hidden in the Forest
Souls that were taken
Reside among the trees
Forever haunting
Whispering on a breeze
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