Others won't approach it, thinking that I should
As I creep I whisper to myself
"Others wish they would"
Dark complexion, unblinking burning eyes
It sees through all there lies
As I creep I think to myself
"I hopes it hears their cries"
The villagers cringe in fear
Closer I draw near
A snapping twig disturbs its rest
and returns a sinister sneer
I feel a chill, a darkened light
as the demon takes flight
I cannot run, I cannot crawl
even with all my might
Such an evil little thing I found sitting in the wood
The other fail to help me, as I think they should
To look away is what I want
Only that, I wish I could...
