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The Woods


Out of time and breath.. what was left My life was ending and I was about to meet death These God forsaken woods were every-where Stretched across the land like the ocean blue Running away trying to find at least one clue A clue at the least to explain this place A place of mystic terror and a vast set horror Bodies laying up... the thick black branches of the woods A cloth fell on me a bright red hood Something that looked like it was out of little red riding hood My heart grew faster and darkness was filling quick So without another thought I let a ferocious shout My mouth laid open...but was oh so silent Like an unlit candle that was already blown out My fingers trembled feeling heavily shaky I will return to my very last memory A door in front.. opened up As I slowly walked I started to look up I saw the moon shine brighter than ever My eyes closed shut and my body went on to go slumber
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