The forest

Antoinette was strolling by the river one day.

When she came upon a rabbit, lost and stray.

She followed it up the flowing stream.

When she began to see something harsh and mean.

That was in fact the dangerous smoke.

The one told about by the old village folk.

Antoinette though that she was hallucinating.

When she realised it was all too frustrating.

Her arranged marriage, cruel parents and brother too.

Were driving her mad, just like I to you.

With my silly poem and all that poshness.

You want me to get started with the proper story!