A Beautiful Creature But Not

I am walking with my younger brother,

Through a forest

While I describe to him a mysterious girl.

"There's this girl"

"A girl?"

"Yes a girl.

She sits atop the tree tops

Her golden hair rests on her shoulders

And flow gently down her breasts and back

Her blue eyes are like the sea

Such a pretty blue

Any boy that looks inside them will get lost

And slowly drown deeper

And deeper

Into a sea of love.

She moves so gracefully

Like that of an angel gliding across a dance floor

When she talks, the ivory green leaves

Tremble at the sound of her sweet sweet voice.

They say her voice is as warm as toast

And sweet as the honey on the toast.

A beautiful creature, they call her

But not."

"A beautiful creature but not?"

"Yes, a beautiful creature but not.

She is the most gorgeous women that ever lived

But she never smiles. Not once, not twice, not ever.

She cries and cries.

Her silver tears feeds the thirsty grass that lies beneath her.

The trees sway back and forth to the sounds of the

Heart-breaking harmony of her sobs.

The wind whistles softly,

As if it tries to cheer her up

When birds fly by, they stop and listen.

They listen to her pain, and watch her with great sorrow."

There is the sound of a painful cry,

My brother and I looked up to see the women

Fall rapidly from a tree branch,

When she hit the ground, not a single moan came from her precious lips.

It was the most silent fall in all of history.

Maybe even the first silent fall in all of history

She lay dead on her back right in front of us

Wrapped inside her fragile little hands is a knife

A knife that was in the center of her chest.

Dark red blood began to soak her clothes

And drench the ground around her

"A beautiful creature but not."