#WritcoPoemPrompt119
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
She was wandering alone,
While wearing an expression of unease,
Among the dark woods,
In a weather, that can make one freeze,
When someone emerged from the dark,
Just like an unexpected disease,
And pierced it's fengs on her neck,
As it got the opportunity to seize,
It quenched it's thirst,
Without listening to her pleas,
Then buried the cold body,
As if it was experienced in these.

-Avia