The forest is as old as time and since the beginning Death inhabits it and nurtures a favorite tree, which was planted at dawn over a corpse. That was long ago, and the tree has grown huge and has a slight tinge of pink on its velvet leaves that to Death are as soft as skin. It was a woman that was buried there when Death itself had flesh covering the bones and green eyes that could shed tears over a grave of a woman that it couldn't save. Now every day Death comes to visit, wrapped in a cloak like a ghost...
This is my entry to the contest by
@vermillionfox.