Can you see her last dying breath?
Her lips, frost bitten, covered by death.
The snow falls upon the girl's body,
A caved in roof, the house is shoddy.
What was once so beautiful and full of bliss,
Is now composed of nothing but a dark, endless abyss.
If only she'd had something more...
Can you see her spirit leaving this world?
It flew upwards, spun, she twirled.
Is there nothing that could finally set her free?
She was trapped; her family? They couldn't agree.
Torn apart by selfishness and distrust,
They fought and spat at her is disgust.
If only they thought of her as something more...
The girl gave up and ran away, she'd had enough.
Perhaps, she thought, life wouldn't be so rough.
Now she lay there motionless and frozen,
Who knew her life would be the one chosen?
One little mistake took her by the hand,
Now she's lifeless at Death's command.
If only she had been able to find something more...
The woods were laughing and bantering at her demise,
Creatures stirring around her corpse, she had been advised.
"Don't go in there, you'll never come back!"
He was right, there was an attack.
She died that day saving a man, one who was no man at all,
Had she listened to the stories, she would have been able to recall;
"The Devil himself hides up in those woods, he'll come out to hunt at dusk;
Once he finds his victim, he'll leave a husk,
but he will not leave anything more..."