the moon was bright in the sky
and there she was
running through the forest of the night
bloody feet
thoughts of fear
the3 image in her head
his bright white tail
with a duty that will not fail
trembling, bleeding with fear
remembering all she use to feel
love and efections
happyness and free
his bright red eyes
that use to be sweet
his long silky hair
his hard
sharp
claws
his bright white teeth
as tears
comes from her brown eyse that light with the moon
she stop
lookin mazed
there they stand
face-to-face
trough the woods
i hear a cry
of a poor girl
that died
and you ask
the reasson why
because of a monster
a lover
a guy.
 ii-jhenny-ii · Sat Jul 12, 2008 @ 10:21pm · 0 Comments |
