Winterleaf was quiet,
she was a delicate thing.
Her heart was always chilly,
even in the spring.
Her hair was summer bark brown
with not so much as a curl—
and she knew that these woods
were not safe for little girls.
Her skin was the tone
of pale lily flowers—
all alone in these woods,
for many desolate hours.
Winterleaf had troubled eyes
the softest, palest green.
The likes of which terror
is very seldom seen.
Eyes so very deep,
they can take you without delay—
far into the woods
where you can never get away.
She wanders the dark in mourning,
poor weeping Winterleaf.
Alone these dark woods
her lonesome sorrow keep.
Wandering ever the night,
in the dark all alone.
Forever a lost child
with never love nor a home.
Winterleaf is stirring restless,
she hides beneath the trees.
All alone she waits for you—
there are no darker woods than these.
i'm eager to hear your opinions...
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Great character development here. Despite the troubled mess she's in that would cause her to run off to the scary woods for sanctuary I get the sense of an untapped power within her, her own determination and strength that she isn't aware of yet. It came to mind it would be great to find out what happens to her, but then I like that I'm left to wonder about that as well, gives me a chance to create a happy ending, not that there ever is one but I like to think so sometimes.
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this is actually based on a few things--
1. i always dreamed of running away as a kid and living in the woods. 2. there was a story i read as a kid about jenny green teeth. she drowned. her ghost was very lonely. when you look in the water you could see her and if you got too close, she'd pull you in. you'd be foreved to keep her company--forever. i kind of combined the ideas.
it's my evil inner child waiting to snatch you in the woods... RUN! lol. -
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Cool, I like this history behind it. I kind of felt you were drawing from your own experiences. The Jenny Green Teeth story sounds interesting--drowning always conujures chilling thoughts to me.
As for being snatched up in the woods, I'll remember to walk a little slower.
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