In the Dark, Monsters Lurk

The wind whips throughout her hair,

Teasing fine locks into tangles and knots.

It rushes through the fabric of her dress,

The expensive woven clothing

Mud stained and torn, fluttering 

Behind her as she tears out into 

The woods, sure that what's ahead of her

Can't be as bad as what's behind her.

Salty dewdrops slide down pale cheeks,

Silken slippers barely touch the ground 

As she flies between the trees, launching herself forwards

With every graceful step, monsters

Everywhere in this forest of nightmares.

Tatters of color float to the ground, torn off of their

Original beautiful dress.

A princess flees from her past,

A girl runs from her golden talent,

A songbird hides from its song.

The End

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