The Forgotten Ones *

The Forgotten Ones

In a forest dark, where shadows dwell,
Whispers echo, a mournful knell.
Lost children's laughter, now faint and cold,
Lingering stories, untold and old.

A lady stands with porcelain grace,
A somber veil upon her face.
Her gown of lace, cracked by time,
Holds secrets deep, a haunting rhyme.

Dolls with eyes that seem to weep,
Guard the graves where memories sleep.
Beneath the boughs, the spirits stay,
Forever caught in yesterday.