• the woods are lonely, dark,and deep.
    the moon in the sky,staring at me
    as i rusle through the woods,
    running from my fears,
    his white,bright tale
    his fast free. feet
    as i trip on a stick
    i start to feel sick
    my head twirling
    me body swelling
    my head bleeding
    i stoped
    in deep shock
    his claws
    diged into my spin
    as i lay onto the ground
    breathing hard
    can't feel my heart
    his bright blue eyes
    gazed into mine
    i looked above
    and as i close my eyes
    i hear his voice saying
    "goodbey my love"
    and i sudelly relized
    that it was time 2 die