As she stood in the blackened meadows with crimson stained sheets Draped around her, entangled weeds between her cold toes. The wind whirled and wailed past her ears and rustled the leaves on the lone tree with dark and almost black bark.
The dirty crimson stained sheets grow more stained by the second, due to crimson tears weeping from an impression calved by a dagger on her forearm, as her pale face cracked and she began to sob, she took up the sheet in her arms and she walked towards the coal black tree as if for some salvation from the darker meadows in which she stood. Dragging along through the shrubs and slowly ripping the already tattered Rags that she wore, slowly but surely nearing the tree the crimson stained sheets gathering more dirt and tearing as she battled the wind and slicing cold rain that with every drop burnt her skin then within inches of the tree she fell grasping her chest, her eyes filling with tears and her wrist slowly weeping the crimson drops that stained her tattered sheet, laying in a heap she struggled to pull the stained sheet out of the entangling shrubs and vines that brought her down, leaving a large tear through most of the crimson stains and dirty patches, with this she snapped the branches from the bush and they united with the stained sheet.
Staggering she dragged herself to the tree on all fours fighting off the clasping hands of the dark meadows, and climbing to her feet at the base of the tree, the tall huge trunk twice her height and twice her width, she reached up as if to embrace the cold black bark and as she did the tree seemed to reach back as if to strangle, the long limber branches took the form of arms and as the branches clasped her she embraced the coal black freezing bark.
The tree took her into itself and the crimson stained sheets, tattered and dirty, into the ground surrounding the roots of the tall tree which itself begun to show its own crimson stains. Seeds dropped from the tree as day broke over the black meadows and the seed rolled and planted where the woman once stood.
As the girl stood with a clean, white sheet and a Dagger in hand, She calved into her arm an impression for crimson tears to weep.