Sweet five year old Melody,
Mouth bare,
Pink,
Like the day she first saw the light.
One curious little creature,
Never too content with what she already knew.
Such a clueless kitten she was,
Always out searching,
Searching for danger himself.
A whispering of euphoric melodies,
Call out to her,
Only for her ears alone to hear.
She crept through the corners of the dark play of the room.
Never did she cower in fright,
What a brave yet dull child she is!
The wooden floors scream underneath her feet as she took on more rickety steps approaching her crucifixion.
~The_Bona-fide.Scholar
~•Ephemeral embrace•~ 