She stalked me telepathically.
Over bedded tracks of leaves.
She clutched my every being.
As she reached out from a tree.
Her stiff-arm paralyzed me.
Like a barrier made of stone.
Her seclusion was her weapon.
As she stood hidden in the mist.
I never saw it coming.
As petals dripped like blood.
This was her playground.
Her corridor.
Her scene.
And she ruled it… like a queen!