Author's Note: Before you read, read this. I wrote this in fifth grade and I just had an urge to post it. I know it's bad but it also the writing of a ten year old so forgive it. Thanks.

Wait 'till she comes,
hidden eyes are watching,
the sigh of the leaves,
the murmuring of the wind
seem to speak to me,
warning me to leave
this forbidden forest haven,
agust of wind lifts the sound,
stretching its eery call,
the wind starts chasing me
like outstretched arms,
I glance around fearfully,
expecting to see something
lurking in the deep shadows,
the night becomes quiet,
quiet as the dead who sleep,
the air becomes a sharp chill,
she appears, hair glowing,
beautiful as a Christmas Rose,
eyes glitter like crystal water.