I went to pick a glowing flower and got poked by a thorn then the vine started wrapping around me and  dragging me into it

I tried to break free but it's like they're made of steel and looks like copper

As I claw at the ground trying desperately to get out as the Thorns dig deeper into my skin

I do not know why this is happening but I do know I'm scared out of my mind

That's until a Knight came up and cuts me free so now I'm safe in his arms. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale