"He had warned her about the book, now it was too late."
Vines by:me
Vines creeping, vines crawling vines dancing about.
Sweet silly Sara, a foolish young girl,
Read the forbbiden book,
It had whispered to her,
Told her tales of glory,
and sang her stories of doubt.
Vines creeping, vines crawling, vines pulling her in.
Wrapping her face and arms,
Drawn into the pages,
Parchment crackling,
Leaving inky darkness behind,
She was gone forever,
She had been warned.
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