T’was a bright morning,
She clearly remembers.
When she woke up,
She saw darkness flowing steadfastedly.
Deciduous and Coniferous Trees,
Kissing dark clouds.
Then she saw pairs of eyes.
Glowing ones, glary ones and the hollow fake ones.
Slowly she gathered the courage enough to run,
Listening to the footsteps unfamiliar.
She fell, blood shattered and trail created,
For beasts and innocent alike.
Untill, she reached an abbey,
Lit by lanterns countless.
She looked back purposefully,
To see meek-eyed beings.
Lights follow light.
Darkness ceased at the perimeters of the boscage.
She slept again,
T’was a bright morning.
– Emily Parker