The Fall

Rushing through the forest, Scratching vines tearing at our all overs, Tangled up in glorious torment, together Tiny clearing for a spell, It's all very well, but what about The journey back? Suddenly lost and Fearful, you stumble ahead whilst I am caught breathless in the brambles, You trip, foot catches hold of A stray bramble branch, but Instead of stepping carefully out, You kick desperately, I feel a tug, Twisting, trying to shake it free, I scream, your panic piercing me, Frantically you thrash about, the Sharpest part tightens round my heart Too deep, no tears, last shaking Jolts as you break free, and run as Fast as I am bound, dismantled forest strewn around, Thorns snap off, embedded in my all, As lone and foolishly I fall.