I will be the first to admit that this isn't one of my best ones. What I'm actually trying to do at the moment is get myself back into writing by writing and posting everything.
Basically it's about a very special little girl who I love dearly called Ellie.

Her bare feet move lightly

Over the soft green grass

She moves like an ethereal being

Casting spells as she skips

Her own little world 

Consumes her

She chatters to imaginary friends

Argues with her foes

Little does she know

What awaits her

On the earth.

Oh little one

Stay innocent and pure

The green green grass beneath your

Dainty feet

Isn't as soft and clean 

As you

The End

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