Pleasant darkness, slowly crushes
layers down an atmospheric sadness
with the outmost harshness
on a desolate forest
and its queen

years have past to past
and only a few naked trees remain
forced to leave her beloved domain
to lonely streets of concrete crust

walked the blocks alone, ignoring all hello's
crying pain - dueting with the rapist's moan

darkly smog spreads about
and its there where she feels at home
reminding her of the misty fog forlorned