Swirling like snow,
Wishing for an arrow-like focus notched in a bow,
Clouded and misted,
Confusing and twisted.
A maze of emotions and thought,
With a calmness being sought,
The darkness sets in,
Attacking from head to below the shin.
No one can save her now,
For the demons took her and disappeared with a bow,
The maze was too weak of a defense for the brain,
And she was weaker- her demons could not be slain.