Hates' Jungle

Running through flowers in the glen, Curly hair and golden skin shining, Beauty in the sun, fleeing maiden. Gunshot sounds in the distance blasting. A new dawn dying to begin. Her mother lost behind her ... found. Black ... bound and beaten by madmen. But Bea ran faster than the hound. War Between the States had begun. Her hope soaring like an eagle, Freedom glaring in the bright sun. Brightened her way through hates' jungle.