Avant-Garde.

Lonely

On a lonely road she walked,

Not knowing where to stop,

As the road came to an unexpected halt.

She knew she had to choose a path,

That wasn't all thorns and rocks,

She bore an expression so meek,

Even the road couldn't help but sob.

Each and every step she walked,

Was laced with an emotion so rock,

The girl was an obvious target of the Dark.

As an incoming storm was about to cross her path,

She knew, she was in for a flop,

When she felt a raindrop,

She came to her senses so fast,

She knew she couldn't let the storm haul,

At all the bruises she had caught, along the way of her insensible path.

She had to escape it's wrath,

But too bad, her lateness ended up taking her life......

A/N :-

So this is not that great of a poem, and I never thought that I'd publish it.

But here you go @dianaloveee @TinaGrace1   well ya not really proud of this poem but still it's only for u two who actually wanted me to publish it.