Profezia a moment of control

Watching the maze of falling leaves
Not able to move
Not even feel the extent of my capture
A whisper in the canopy
A rumble from below
Nearer draws moonlight
The cracking of putrid soil
As vines retract from flesh
Darker still seems night
The empathy strong in mind
For descendants of time
Became my release
For a moment in time without boundaries
I was in control