The Forest's Shroud
Cordelia Cross
Dec 27, 2023 02:18
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In a forest shrouded, where shadows conspire,
Goldilocks wandered, her heart afire.
Through twisted trees and moonlit haze,
A tale unfolds in the forest's maze.
A cottage nestled, seemingly abandoned,
Whispers of danger, a fate unplanned.
The door ajar, an invitation sly,
Goldilocks entered with a curious eye.
Porridge steaming, a trio of bowls,
A chilling silence through vacant halls.
The chair creaked beneath her weight,
A trespasser sealed by a twist of fate.
The bed, an altar, where darkness dwells,
In sheets untouched, a secret tells.
The Three Bears, their den defiled,
Their sanctuary by trespassers reviled.
Goldilocks, a specter in the night,
A thief of warmth, a harbinger of blight.
The bears return to a shattered scene,
Innocence lost, a forest unclean.
The moon, witness to a tale untold,
As darkness clings to a heart grown cold.
Goldilocks flees, in the shadows she fades,
Leaving behind a memory that never fades.
In the cottage abandoned, a curse remains,
A stain on the forest, where darkness reigns.
Goldilocks, a phantom in the night,
A cautionary tale of wrong and right.
