A woman's umbrella and a noose,
and old tape throughout the forest hanging loose.
How many bodies hide behind the trees,
behind all the branches as far as you can see.
A young girl's body slumped over a rock,
a demonic voice speaks as if it mocks.
Countless souls this forest has claimed,
souls of those desperate to end their pain.
Whenever it was dark people fought for light,
But the young girl was constantly craving night.
Warm to most, the light burned her eyes,
only the dark could soothe her pained cry.
People told her she was doomed,
so by the darkness she was consumed.
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