THE LOST GIRL
THE LOST GIRL
THE FOREST GREW MORE SINISTER AND DARK
SHE ALONE IN THE DARK WITH THE UNIMAGENABLE PLACE
THE CLOUDS ARE STRANGERS NOW TO HER
HER SOILS ARE APART FROM HER FAR FAR AWAY
THE EXISTENCE OF HER IS NOW INCOMPLETE
SHE IS ALONE AND SCARED ENOUGH TO CALL THE DEVILS
THE TREES WERE MOCKING HER ALOUD NOW WITH THEIR TENTACLES
ABOUT TO ATTACK NOW THE INNOCENT LOST GIRL
THE SKIES ARE RUTHLESS ,ABOUT TO SHOWSER RAIN OF TERROR
HER SOLES ARE GIVING UP TO THE ROUGH TRAIL
HER BODY IS WEAK ENOUGH FOR LONG DAY SLEEP
BUT IT IS NIGHT OF HORRIBLE TERROR
TERRORING HER TO THE FAITH AND BENEATH
ASKING THE LOST ONE TO GIVE UP BUT
BUT IS TO RUSTLE THE WHISPERING SINISTER WINDS WITH GUTS
THE NIGHT ONLY BECOMIMG MORE GROOMING NIGHT
MELONCONIC , GRUESOME AND MYSTIC
THE PATHS ARE THE AKIN TO TWISTING LABYRINTE
STICKY MUD WAS CLENCHING HER INJURED FEET
THE SCRUBS WERE MAKING THEIR MOST INCREDIBLE ART ON HER BARE FACE
THE DARK CLOUDS WERE ABOUT TO SHOWER THEIR DEVILISH WATER
THE COLD MIST WAS MORE OBSCURING HER LITTLE VISION
THE SUN WAS NOT IN HURRY TO ASURE HER THE WAYOUT
BUT THE ONE GLIMSE OF LIGHT FAR FAR AWAY IN THE HORIZON ALIGHTED HER UP
SHE RAN TO CATCH IT WITH ALL HER REMAING ENERGY TO FIND THE EXIT FROM THE DEVILISH FOREST
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