TW- gun, death
It was a cold winter day
This poor family had no where to stay
The husband was out looking for food
The cold and the lack of sleep didn't put him in a good mood
But none the less he still cared
For his poor family were cold and scared
Onwards he went into the wild
And finally he found enough red apples to feed his wife and child
Though he heard a loud bang that made quite the sound
He was shot he noticed as he fell to the ground
He couldn't scream nor cry
He knew he was going to be lonely and die
His body arose knowing his task was not done
As the food was stolen so he was left with none
Though the body he was in didn't feel like his
His conscious told him it is
It didn't matter if he was dead he could do more to help
Nobody could see or hear him even if he made a yelp
So he carried on stealing things for his wife and child
As the pile of money and food began to go wild
The family was no longer poor
And he was happy to see they had a roof and door
They never knew how this luck came to be
But he knew it was him, a ghost they couldn't see
He now was alone
In a strange land unknown
But the thought of picking something else red
Would have left him alive and his family dead...
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