Dawn breaks, its warming rays filtering through the leaves.
The glorious forest begins to stir as another day is born.
Birds wake, singing joyfully as they fly amongst the trees.
Voices resound and the commune rises to greet the morn.

Wind blows, its gentle breath ruffling through her hair.
She breathes in and discerns no peril born upon its scent.
Water flows, bubbling softly and easing worldly cares.
The worries of the day are forgotten for a brief moment.

Most honoured amoung them, she had the most to bear.
She was their chosen, the forest entrusted to her care.

Shadows fall, sun's rays dulled as gloom shrouds the trees.
A cloud descends and steals the lifeblood of all within its path.
Death calls, upon the wind seeds of corruption roil and breed.
The cursed taint approaches and invokes the forest's wrath.

Tears flow; fear grips her as she battles the relentless blight.
She is determined to save her home from this wretched fate.
Wyrd grows, twining close and stealing the will to fight.
Overcome at last, she surrenders to its perverse embrace.

With a wrenching cry, the change overcame her at last.
Altered in mind and spirit; forever ignorant of the past.

Hearts quake, grasping at the fleeting wish, but all is in vain.
Minds are vilely twisted, not a single one is left to mourn.
Dawn breaks, dim light filtering through the murky stain.
A vastly different forest stands where once hope was born.

Wind blows, its tainted breath guides the encroaching briar.
She lifts her chin and revels in her ill begotten gains.
Water flows, its hardy stream slowed to sluggish mire.
Forgotten are the hopes of a long and peaceful reign.

Scorning all signs of weakness, she was tainted to the core.
Crazed and obsessed, she roams the forest forever more.