ghastly-thrall: As a child, I played in the forest nearby,One evening I heard, a little girl cry,It
ghastly-thrall: As a child, I played in the forest nearby,One evening I heard, a little girl cry,It was obvious she was lost,In the middle of winters frost.I ran out in a frantic search,Bells rang in our local church,Ran faster, followed the cries,My fear for her, began to rise.Cries turned into a continuous weep,I never felt emotions so deep.Looked up, dropped to my knees,A dying crow, I saw in the trees. -- source link