In the distance, great footsteps,
hollow helmets and sad
smiles.
My loneliness was
broken
by the noise of red hands,
they came as many
but inside as
one.
One
approached me quite nicely
in his hand a great knife,
he looked rather scared for a man
with a knife.
He dealt a great blow,
I lost a few leaves
But what could I say
I was only a
Tree.
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