Path

There once was a creture
Small and hollow
Never knowing where to go

Until one person showed how
The forrest had never seemed so bright and lovely
Happiness came with

But went away again

Feelings are like people
Some stay longer than others
But always fade away in the darkness of the forrest

The forrest swallows and destroys
Only one golden path is the good one
We shall never stray
Because this causes us to go away

And sometimes never return
Darkness will follow for the ones left beind

The creature felt the darkness breathe in its neck
Desperateness took over …and became it’s lover

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