the clearing
Peering out clearly from the woods was a yearling Using the eerie to help it move about warily Learning about fearfully from the woods at the clearing Gearing up to dash but it’s gasping is hindering Nearly too serene, likely the gap is in surrendering Every other time this splendering of fall is…is well, rendering Yes, maybe no? Understanding the lazier ladies home Out from the woods to grace wheat of gold Ravings the ravens told with the songs of baby crows Likely though, told from the woods and not by the bold Songs of souls sold sully for taking tolls From the woods, fully for taking hold Eeries ta hold, or a fake ten fold Now and again I see from the woods, he could come I for one from the woods would run, would run Too, everything less experience is cheeky when tongued Of course she’ll never know if she should run none Nerves racked but building, enduring a minds division Assuring herself again, ensuring a wise decision Oceans of emotions now corroding the notion Coping with the hopeless joke of the open for chosen Now and again, know, she could surely be the one chosen for trophy Evoking the thought of eloping is hosing An event unspoken, from the woods she’s choking! Of this one dear little yearling, fear has left clearly From the woods, for the clearing Kinder, I guess to have had only one step. I fret it would of been worse having tasted the rest. Dreading death, being the dead. Never the less, drugged in the den.
