There was a happy forest, filled with deer, butterflies and laughing children
There was a little girl who played and laughed with the other children
When it was dark and they all went home, she sprinted through the woods
In a little blue hood, until she came to a waterful.
And she crossed the stepping stones along the river
She slipped on the moss, nearly fell, shivered
Until she made her way across.
She skipped through the forest, but got caught in vines
Long, tangled, dark, twirled lines
But she untangled herself.
The girl walked towards her cottage nestled amongst the trees
Opening the creaky door with ease,
went inside.
She pulled up the trap door
Hidden among the dusty wooden floor
And slowly plomped down the steps.
At the back of the dark room on a dusty wooden shelf,
Was a small dusty red box.
And inside this red box was nothing but darkness.
