There is a good twist in the end. At least, I hope it's good, I hope you get it.
She wishes it would be a dream/
But her own scream makes it seem/
Like its reality, too bad is the quality/
Of her shoes, makes her sing the blues of pain/
Through the scorns and through the thorns and rain/
She runs barefoot, her senses acute, alone she’s not/
She seems so frail, staggers, keeps running since her trail is hot/
A little girl, no older than ten/
Speeds into the woods, and then/
A monster is behind her, he’s stomping the earth/
His girth is wide, to wild yells he’s giving birth/
As he chases, their faces are full of sweat/
”Give me back my daughter!” – a voice of regret/
Is behind the huge monster, his teeth are gnashing/
As he charges, he barges, through the forest he is smashing/
The girl is lightly dashing, but is she running from the monster?/
She stops, picks up a stick, but does the monster wants her?/
He stops too, she throws up the stick, he swallows it/
In the next moment its as if a breeze, the trees hollow it/
With only trees in sight, the men march on/
The girl is in fright, doesn’t breathe on the arch that she’s on/
The tree then dwarfs and morphs, back into the monster/
In her eyes are tears, you can tell something haunts her/
They grab each other’s hand and start to run/
As they depart a gun is heard, it’s being cocked/
The men frowns, the girl drops down to pick up a rock/
Shoves it into the monster’s mouth, the man fires too late/
Their shots, no matter how great, cannot seem to penetrate/
The monster turned into a boulder, he couldn’t hold her/
Feeling much colder, she pressed up against the boulder/
Desperate, she put in all her force, to push over the course/
And off a cliff, she jumped after him with no remorse/
As the monster morphed back into itself/
They both running out of breath and health/
A man kneeled down and took aim/
It was him to blame for those who came/
”This is for my daughter…” and he shot-her/
To you, it might seem like slaughter/
He took her body and ran deeper/
The monster’s soul was drowning steeper/
Into sorrow, he wished she could borrow/
A few more minutes, she wouldn’t wake up tomorrow/
She was in love, and he was right above the girl/
It was being smashed and trashed, their world/
Was bleeding, needing him close, this haunts her/
She knew he wants her/
And as her tear smeared with blood, she turned… into the monster/
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