justice will be done

In the dark forest

The moonlit night shines

Casting dark shadows and long lines

Across the bushes and tall trees

The wind playing its tunes

Whispering along the leaves

Brushing with the branches

The echo singing in the night

The fragment of pieces

Coming in slowly...

Waving with the wind

Finally it gels all together

The misty shadow slowly forms

A dark shape woman sits on the trunk

The moonlit shines through

She combs her hair then she cries

“Why no justice for me?

What have I done to deserve this way?

I am not in a whole body piece

I was blown to pieces”

The w ind softly caressing

The leaves rustling with an echo

“Be patience justice will be done

The murderers will not hide for long

Though wicked can sleep well”

She stands up

Look around then she evaporates

Into tiny pieces of her body

Flying away with the wind