A walk

I was walking through the forest with no moon to spare me light. Surrounded by the cold,the singing wind guided me. The whispers of the trees comforted me. The smell of blood followed me as the ground devoured all the drops. Realisation hit me and then I knew that there was something sleeping ,awoken by the blood. Sleeping peacefully it had forgotten about it´s violent past but one drop of blood was enough for it to crave the power and go back to it's old ways.