--- hehe this is the intro to my book i'm working on ill start uploading it soon but the intro makes a good poem
Out of site, not out of mind
She listens to the wind.
And hears a faint scream.
She sees a boy emerge from the trees.
Covered in black blood.
He's looking at you with a bottomless stare.
She wants to scream but she holds it in.
Alot of terrible things happen...
but she never saw something this bad.
She turns around. And there the boy stood.
He reached out for her.
She froze. Then he was gone.
Out of sight, but not out of mind.
