When the winds, had to reign,
Blowing off, the peace and the trails,
The night of fears, made her a slave,
She ran for her life, and hid in the cave.
The numbness, in her blue palms,
Worsened like the, reigning storm,
When the snow stood tall, like a wall,
Blocking the entrance, making her crawl.
The paleness, in her white face,
Whitened like, the snowy cave,
When she heard. the growl escape,
The furious bear, oh he's awake.
He's fur, was white like a swan,
With teeth that's sharper, than a dog's,
On her lips, was a sorrowful song,
In her head, was unending wars,
For a while she felt, her heart pause.
No space to run, she crawled instead,
With screams and cries, her tears she shed,
She shut her eyes, she held her head,
With the warm touch, she felt on her leg,
She opened her eyes, she's on her bed.
-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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