Numb from winter's chill
She set out one morning
Seeking adventure's thrill
She ignored all forewarning

The pale sunlight shone
Like ladders down the trees
The beasts of the night had gone
replaced by the humming of bees

Her path was well prepared
She knew where she wanted to go
Not knowing though if she dared
Her paces had started to slow

The cracking sound of a branch
Made her startle and give up a cry
Continued as if in a trance
But a tear had appeared in her eye

Such forceful gravitational pull
That place in the forest presented
Even though her life was full
That power was unprecedented

It grabbed her without a warning
Twisted and bent her thought
Midnight replaced the bright morning
Her captor she never fought

Though strange and slightly deform
His presence itself was enough
His touch was a violent storm
Soon her old self she would slough

Totally transformed she was
When they found her the next day
Her hands had turned into claws
And her soul had been taken away