Old oaks block the sunlight, eternal darkness reigns here.
This is not a forest, but a tomb.
She is not afraid, she is past fear now. She is only tired.
Vultures are joyfully laughing, the feast is near.
Her eyes closed for the last time.
This is my entry for the #fiftywords contest hosted by
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