I like your descriptions, and the blood mixing with the corpses, like the protagonist knew the trees personally. I was not ready for the switch, emotionally, to the grassy meadow. It was a sad, stark piece and then suddenly a romantic, happy one. I like how the bridge separates the two worlds, I think you could expand on this idea. :)
LoA

[: thanks very much for you’re feed back, I will deffinately incorporate it into a sequel if I write one.