The Noose

by TheVampire   Oct 17, 2010


She walks from a tower,
down to the woods,
through the trees,
trips over a greesy log,
manages to stay strong,
from scrapes on her hands,
she keeps walking,
through the obsticles,
determined,
never to stop,
now it's getting dark,
it starts to rain,
but that's okay,
she cries anyway,
a thunder boom,
and lightning follows,
she arrives at a tree,
her plan in her hands,
she looks at the rope,
that hangs from the tree,
she stands under it,
the ring in her grasp,
takes the rusty chair,
leaned against the trunk,
puts herself in position,
then lets the chair drop,
Everything before this,
doesn't matter anymore,
well after this scene,
still nothing happens,
she is invisible,
no one ever cared,
as you walk through the woods,
and approach that tree,
all you will see is the noose,
but the girl is still there.

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