Ms. Midnight
In the woods of darkness,
In the skies of melancholy,
In the shadows of hell,
Ms. Midnight, a little girl there dwelt,
Neither living nor is she dead,
unable to recall the comfort of bed.
Here she roams the woods at night,
clutching herself , shivering in fright.
A life that was from her stolen,
but now its too late it's all broken.
Here she stands amidst the shadows,
for when day strikes again she merely follows,
the darkness, emptiness, an endless cavity,
as she escapes the eyes of deep scrutiny.
Alas, for a few things she had only longed,
not realizing where she truly had belonged.
She had longed for a caring loving friend,
Fruitful family, love or maybe just an end.
But really, who is she?
Daoistm1qFbg · Fantasy
