He walked into the woods that day
Alongside her
Mesmerized
Like one is when waching the graceful, delicate
Steps of a ballerina
Transfixed
On her figure
And simplistic air...
But her eyes
Something like insanity
Lingered there
In her glass irises
Not for a second did he notice
Ogling fer face
Measuring the tone of her giggles
With the beats of his heart
This was it
The searching was over
Life was complete...
But it ended for him
Just as he thought it would finally begin
She walked out of the woods that day
Blood on her white dress
