Slowly but carefully the little girl walks the path
Urging her way forward, not looking back
A creature so frightning and so obscure
Looms in the distance waiting for the little girl
She hears something close but does not look
Afraid of wait she'd see in the tiny nook
Closer and closer she got
To the demons hiding spot
The wind howled and she screamed
As two hands grabbed her at her seams
She cried and she begged to be let go
But the man said, "No"
As she was being dragged away,
She caught her last glimpse of the bright evening day.
She screamed one last time time and she was knocked out cold
For the man didn't want anyone to hear the girl who was 12 years old.
The girl woke 5 minutes later,
Thinking she was in an evil lair.
She looked around to get a hint of where she was at
But nothing surrounded her, not a hint of a map.
She tried to get up and run out the door
Till she saw she'd been tied to the old dusty floor
She started to cry and wondering what was going on
Then she saw the man who caused things to go wrong.
He said, " Don't you worry now my dear,
For you will only spent your last days here.
Give me what I want and you may go,
Unless you give me complications, then your blood may flow."
The girl cried and cried and screamed
Hoping she was in a dream.
She knew it would never be,
As the man leaned down and kissed her inaproppriatly.
He did things she had never felt before,
All she wanted to do was bolt for the door.
With no hope at all, the girl gave a guess
Of what she had to offer next.
She said to the man, "Sir can I be untied please?
I will not disobey or even leave.
I can bring you more joy if I'm not tied,
I may even give you a surprise."
The words chilled the man
And he felt like the luckiest in the land.
He untied the girl with great joy,
Because now, she would be an even greater toy.
They both stood and he pushed her against the wall
And soon the man did fall.
For the girl had eyed the knife he had in his hand
So she took and stabbed the man.
She was sure he was dead and ran down the stairs
Out the front door and ran through the trees, so bare.
She reached the town and told the nearest women
About the crime and how it awfully gruesome.
The women looked frantic
And called the sherriff
Who drove to the house, and the scene, he could not bare it.
The man had been a fugitive, a man who comitted assault,
To kids who he'd see strolling anywhere alone on a walk.
The man was truthfully dead
And the little girl's mother's tears began to shed.
Nothing was wrong with the girl, but her life is forever changed,
By the man who took the girl's pureness and played a cruel, cruel game.