She sits here, alone in decay among tall withered and branchless trees with entangling roots at foot to bind her. They seek to pull her deep into the ashen sun deprived ground that is her base. To hide her from the gaze of sky and breath of wind, for it was not enough to leave her visage forever lost in dark woods.
     The deceptive figure lies to all and beckons curious hearts to come close, but any foolish enough to draw near are warned clearly. On approach, her greeting is that of the fetid stench of rotting stone. Vision dims and all upon the once vivid landscape become black silhouettes like sackcloth against a sky forever twilight. The slow, inescapable draw of entropy is felt.
      Unthinking; uncaring; this now thing once of beauty curses all as she erodes. Her misdeeds forgotten by all. Her punishment persisting.