The Bracken Woods the lost & broken

Any and all welcome. If no reply after awhile I'll make this a read only for reference.

 

They were gone. 

One by one, they were gone. 

First it was the new woman, which he knew little of. Then his golden Major, whom he searched for endlessly. Then, the little fluttering golden Holly. 'Sister' in arms, but not blood, though they were far different in their own ways despite their similar colors. 

Hemlocke would cry, night after night. His sorrowful song in a howl filled with pain, yearning and loss. Alone, night after night, the rather grim reaper stalked, comforted by the night and night alone. 

Hemlocke kept telling himself there was nothing and none left for him here in this vast, bracken wood. Kept telling himself to move on, that if they came back he would return to them. But a month passed... then another. And Hemlocke was still alone, lost in his own mind.