Time Endless

an orchid-clad child with sticky sweet saccharine dreams, infinite yet indefinite in her belonging awakened from the possibility of dream, heal me, she cries out to deaf ears. She is just an ornament, a cat with a jewelled eye, mourning for the twilight, where there had been fires, now lay ashes. It's a sadness that creeps over her as the moon upon the sun, the dawn in her is dead, and shall remain ever so for eternity. She lies in the forest-a graveyard, littered with dead bodies which the living feed upon carcasses scattered across the ground, the once proud gentle giants now fallen, slain in an endless battle against a foe they cannot fight, lakes-smelling like open wounds, and rocks grimaced in pain, writhing in agony she screams out will no one hear her cry?