The man clad in black called out loud.
He asked for drinks to be served to his crowd.
With his face partly obscured, the air seemed to shroud–
Upon him, like the girl from the mountain hut.
His aura felt mysterious, Seth thought.
Right down his spine, a chill shot
Down quietly, and he got lost in thought–
About the man and the girl from the mountain hut.
Seth's friends tried to break his reverie.
Soon, they all were talking about every
Rumour and superstition they had in memory.
He didn't speak about the girl from the mountain hut.
They talked about the mystery man at night,
Who only walks around with a nightlight,
His bright smile was the ultimate fright-
They didn't talk about the girl from the mountain hut.
They talked about the odd thefts that prevailed
In their town. From a young woman, veiled,
A 'soul' was stolen. That was what others said.
However, that was not the girl from the mountain hut.
The man seemed to have overheard.
Upon his face, a slight smirk appeared.
To his own crowd, he still went on with his words,
Possibly about the girl from the mountain hut?
The four of them drained down their last drop.
They got up, for there was another stop.
They came and left, swift like the spinning top –
Were they related to the girl from the mountain hut?
The black man's aura shook him up.
His gut feelings knew this surely wasn't a tea-cup.
The sands were falling, would time soon be up,
For him, and the girl from the mountain hut?
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The Girl From The Mountain Hut
FantasyLeaving behind her old home, a young maiden tries to escape her dreadful past and keeps a low profile. The truth she hid behind the wall about the war between her people, her land in ruins, and the one secret she intended to keep away from the peopl...
