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!