whispers from the woods

She dances in the shadows among the trees,

Twirling around blissfully, filled with glee.

She loves the forest and treats it with care,

but is ignorant of its nature.

As she danced,

she was unaware,

with every step she took,

from the shadows a crowd formed and looked.

She spun and leaped to the tune in her head,

not knowing that by morning,

she would lay in the shadows dead.

She heard a low growl and stopped in her tracks,

from a very near distance,

her doom gave a howl.

She began to back up,

darkness encompassing her,

swirls of black twists and twirls at the edges of her sight.

Another growl near her left,

a snarl near her right,

she is starting to realize,

this is her last night.

She cries out to the forest,

begging and pleading,

the only response will be her bleeding.

the woods whisper,

but not to her.

They speak to their weapons covered in fur.

She cries out again,

but this time in pain.

It's the last time she'd ever take beauty in vane.