• the_old_teen 6w

    Listen, for her laments ever went unheard.
    Reverberated in the dark, dark forests
    Her cries of agony and her pleas for liberty,
    Shaking the singular stillness of the air
    Which was anything but calm.
    Once a wanderer of merry gardens,
    Adding her scent to flowery smells,
    Caressing every blossom she passed,
    Befriending every tree she rested underneath,
    Enchanting every creature who beheld her,
    She laughed and the world laughed with her.
    Notice, that she now weeps endlessly
    Cornered in the abominable prison,
    Which, they told her, would be her home
    For as long as the great Time wills.

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