It was dark.
The forrest,
It called to her
Through the wind; through her bones
She didn't realise,
But it tempted her
Wailed for her
Drew her in,
Out the door
The soles of her shoes touched
The cold concrete
Forward, further, deep into
The forrest.
It was dark.
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Poetry
PoetryUm... some poetry. And a warning: I'm new at this, so it may not be any good. Or maybe it will. I don't know.
