28 December 2012
High above me Lay a bird in wait It's eyes locked on something Sealing its fate
The trees tower over me It's branches like fingers Reaching out to touch me A caution for anything that lingers
The moon sits above me Watching with glee Wondering if the wolves Will ever come and get me
Now there's a light ahead I can't see much but that As I get a little bit closer I realise where I'm at
Before me sits a little house So perfect in every way But maybe I should look again And not go there today
The house so perfect Made of candy and things A gingerbread house And I know the pain it brings
I've been here before I vowed never again It scares me so And I lost my brother then
For my name is Gretel And no one knows this part Did my story have a happy ending? No, but I wish with all my heart
Opuss № I