i open my eyes and I'm in a forest,
where nothing but trees resided.
the light of the quarter moon,
as my only source of light.
the breeze whispering secrets to me,
and seemingly only darkness on the horizon.
i'm scared to wander,
as the forest might consume me.
but the allure of the darkness
took over my senses.
i began to walk,
the oak trees watching my every move.
the moon following me above,
and light it provided me.
as i walk I can't help but listen,
to the distant sounds around me.
i sometimes think I hear howls.
maybe it is, maybe it's not.
as my wandering gets longer,
my hope of finding other than trees falls short.
however, over the sea of trees lie a small cottage, light surrounding it.
I run to it, but as soon as I reach the cottage grounds, a light consumes me..
And I wake up.
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'𝗠𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀'
Poetry-𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 ------------------------ be warned that this story is written by a 14 y...
