“Nocturnal Serenade”
                By: Amanda Michaud

      Night approaches in the land of Coppice.
      Nocturnal tree blossoms spring to life
      And shed a gold light. A fairy, Cinda,
      Passes by holding a scythe behind her back.
      Cherry blossom petals fly from her almond
      Brown hair strewing them among the path
      Her ancestors once walked.

     Souls of the dead both young and old
     Follow. Their destination is the
     Underworld where they face the final
     Judgment. As the spirits proceed they
     Leave the air behind deathly cold.
     
     The singing of dryads fade into the fires
      Of a setting sun. An owl hoots in the distant
      Branches. A sweet aroma of fruit and flowers
      Fill Cinda’s nose. However she does not care
      For she has grown in up in these woods.
     After all what do you expect from the daughter
     Of the Grim Reaper.