Out of Time
Once upon a time lived a lass of shining blonde hair and radiant blue eyes
Filled with jealosuy and greed, she was looking at the darkening skies
Left her sister in the cold, nowhere to be seen
From the tall, shadow trees comes a white animal rushing down the field
The cocky yet conflicted lass gets up and wants to make it her meal
The chase began through the grass,
Time ticking down
There goes the blonde lass
Chasing the white animal with a frown,
Approaching the abyss of obscurity
Time ticking down
The furry animal goes down a hole with security
Following it was the blonde lass with a dim white gown
Falling through the hole in despair and running out of air
Time ticking down
Her gown getting darker and blackness consuming her hair
Time ticking down
Eyes turning maroon and face getting pale
Time has ticked down
She reached a cave filled with stale air
A fallen angel on the ground
The lass now with dark gown and hair looks up
The white animal looking down below
Somber and mellow, he says
"You were just a child"
Tears fall down from the lost lass
"I am sorry Alice"
The fallen Alice with tears asks
"Why have I fallen from your kingdom?"
The white animal responds,
"Your way of living consumed my world,
Made it gloom and dull
Here you can fix your ways and follow the right path
Hurry Alice,
I am afraid of whats to come, hurry before you are
Out of Time"
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