She walked into the middle of the forest
Measured a piece of land as her own
With a spell erected forts of solitude
And closed the iron gates of her fort.
Swift return to the centre of the plot,
With thoughts that made a twisted knot,
She sat cross legged and mumbled on.
The wax figures around her melted on
The colours combined to a dirty brown
And the muddy murkiness curdled on
And into oblivion her mind walked on.
She sat there
And the world melted on
Leaving her and her forts of solitude.
The fort tomorrow may come down
Until then the world around her curdles on!