Mist engulfs the skeletal fingers of the trees standing like giants.
Shadows hide and watch,
Life come to die.
Cackles roar and they rustle through the leaves,
Whispers from the shadows blow like ice onto the ground.
A lost soul has wondered,
towards the shadows
of the old forrest.
Crows cry from above,
While the shadows laugh.
Watching the child come closer.
Closer and Closer.
The shadows drool anxiously waiting
For their chance.
Bang!
Goes the gun sounding the race
The attack has begun.
Seeing the child
swooping in.
Whoosh!
Light bursts out of the child's hands
The shadows screams and screeches.
Her eyes glow white
and blinds them.
Attack they yell
Attack!
Hissing and grinning
Swooping in again
dissipating when they near the light.
She blasts
a ring of light
like a clap of thunder.
blowing back the trees as they barely hang by their roots.
The shadows scream and hiss!
Then...
silence
Falls as the sun rises,
flowers bloom
and blossom.
Birds sing
echoing their songs on the mountain tops.
Peace and light have come.
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