The little girl

So, here is an ancient tale,

Tell what it makes you feel,

There was once a little girl,

Whom loved all of her friends

But one day, when all was clear,

The sky was blue, and the sun was clear,

Her best friends had been taken away,

And so she followed, in dismay


But where she was, she saw thus,

A creature the size of a bus,

Whom had colorful hair,

Made her shiver all the way.

The man whp stood there, laughed,

Making the little girl step back,

"Little girl," He said, " Your friends are there, in bed!"


The girl looked and fell to the ground,

for each of her friends hairs were cut around,

And thus the result was, the creature who sat there.

Her eyes started to glow a ghastly white,

Her soul came out in swirls, and music started to play

"Get her!" Said the man, and the creature rose from the ground,

The girl cupped her soul and whined, for it wouldn't go inside,

And started to run around, the creature at her trail.


The creature took out its own soul,

Made it play the music of the girls soul,

Her heart beat a sudden beat,

Pounding her chest, making her weep,

And the creature caught up with her,

Gripped her heart and lifted her

Slowly her soul was sucked out,

And her heart began to pound

The creatures grip was just like thorns,

Scraped her heart, where it hurt most,


And alas, she started to see red,

As her heart pounded so bad,

Then the pain suddenly stopped,

The girl felt empty inside

For her heart no longer beat,

She fell to the ground in one great thud.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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