Otherworld\'s Hell (Needs editing)

by SingleWing   Nov 21, 2006


The fairies are too scared,
The pixies too frightened,
The leprechauns too terrified,
To even go to visit,
Out of well due respect,
For the mystery does unravel,
In many different ways,
The eerie, spooky, ghostly wind,
Runs down your very spine,
Right down to your toes,
And makes you shiver all round.

She is always there,
She is always waiting,
Ready to bewitch your soul,
And curse your suffering heart.

The breeze whispers in your ear,
And the trees are always staring,
Her creepy black cat hovers,
Around your jelly legs,
And her wicked green eyes glare,
But you don't even dare to stare,
But when you turn around,
She is longer there.
The gnomes sometimes dare,
To go and poke the grave,
But this they soon regret,
And hear the evil high-pitched yell,
Of the malicious trapped witch-soul,
That dies and lives to curse the village,
And make them cry in pain.

She is always there,
She is always waiting,
Ready to bewitch your soul,
And curse your suffering heart.

The fairies sometimes fly,
High above the gates,
Trying to get past its hex,
And fly away to freedom,
But the inevitable surrounding,
Always seems to get,
Right at their weak spot and,
And forever are they left,
Slowly they have learnt,
That there is no escape,
For the woodland creatures have been forever trapped,
Because of one small mistake they did,
That slowly turned into a big one,
Because now,

She is always there,
She is always waiting,
Ready to bewitch your soul,
And curse your suffering heart,

You can still see the fire burning,
In her very soul,
And sometimes if you careful enough,
You'll see that she is helpless,
The hurt that she is feeling,
Reflects in her once-harmless eyes,
Someone needs to help her and,
And put her soul at ease,
But the thing that will only help her,
Is to simply go away,
Try and forget,
That single upturned day,
You know that she will never forgive you,
For what you thought of her,
She will always try and get you,
Wherever you are,
Where ever you're sleeping.
Because she is never sleeping.

I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS LIKE 11...ITS SH*T I KNOW BUT IDONT WANT TO CHANGE IT CAUSE IT S IN ITS ORIGINAL FORM Y'NO? WHAT YOU THINK?
LUV YOOO
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