The forest was blistering in the fire of the numb winter sun,
Flaring in all its glory,
It lit up the grim grey woods in a smokeless inferno of fireless fury.
The crunchy crisp of the cowardly leaves screeched at the lightest thrust
Of the woeful wind, wooing away to the winking sea
It never showed a sign of retreat,
Nothing new it was for thee,
As she was never the one for me,
Though now it seemed like it was meant to be,
I still wonder what we would be,
Much has altered its way since that sinful day,
But the Red Ruby Forest still keeps burning relentlessly in the day.