A/N: I'm sorry for being invisible for a few months. Just was going through some changes in , always appreciated!


An empty staircase he roams in,

One well-walked in desolation;

The forest creaks in void so thin

At a footstep's punctuation.

A heavy step rings of regret,

However light-footed it may be,

Groans a heart cheerlessly beset;

Oh, wooden, heavy-handed tree.

If only he would reach the end,

A walker of soft seclusion,

To a place where he could pretend

The stairs were just an illusion.

A staircase in each traveler's heart

Responds to the weight our steps part.