death is where she belonged

it is a poem of fear, fantasy, and death

whispers, whispers
she heard nothig but the whisers in the wind
fear struck her as shadows began to surround her
the shadows of the underworld
as she backed away from all she saw,
thorns attacked her delecate and raw skin and flesh.
She continued to hear the whispers.
they tortured her, continueing there words.
"death will come for you, death is where you belong, death will come for you, death is where you belong"
frightened by the words she now most feared she ran and ran, stumbling in the darkness and tripping over the surrounding shadows.
At once she stopped,
one scream,
an her end had come.