9 months ago. February 16, 2024 at 4:35 AM
Once a pure soul
She walked alone
The girl in white lace
With mud apon her face
The darkness her home
The black wolf her
Only true guide
She left his side
To follow his stride
His movement mesmerising
Her bright eyes
They shine with intrege
She compelled to follow
His Lead
His every movment leaves
Her intreged
The world around intensifies
As she follows she finds chains
Her feet stop as
If stuck in solid sand
As she travels she stops
And collects the chains
His lead slowly distancing
Her feet can no longer
Keep in Pace
She is bound down
By the weight of
Chains she watches him
Fade away
Her eyes no longer
Burn bright
Only to find
Chains that are weighted
And bound tight
