If you listen closely
To the way the leaves will blow.
They’ll carry in them with the wind
A story from below.
Of a girl who has been marked
By faith and joy and cheer.
She was avowed by a curse,
To never know but leer.
The Boogeyman grasped;
Latching on to her through hair.
So she severed it shut
And now her neck lay bare.
T’was then that the being reached.
Limbs a tethered ware.
And got hold of a shadow,
Of which the girl was paired.
Through the Harrowed Woods
And the gusts of mid-October.
The being let out a shriek of glee,
For it knew it was surely over.
Though this girl was clever;
Through fear, her mind was spared.
She took ahold of a splintered pole,
And thus began to pare.
Her shadow from her hands.
Her shadow from her toes.
Any source of recouse,
To escape her unjustly foe.
And so the Boogeyman scattered;
Her shadow close behind.
The lady then arose alone,
Corruption in her mind.
Forever lost was innocence,
In its place was strife.
This lady was left without a guide
To re-comprise her life.