The darkness shimmers upon the glass window panes,
Soaked covered in snow,
Cracks slithering
up to the seams of the damp rotten wood,
Though it was once beautiful manner,
The wood was darkened and looked mystical in the sunlight,
No broken windows,
It was this fateful day, however,
A red and orange criminal broke through the walls of wood,
It hissed and created shadows upon them,
Like cats of fire,
They danced up the wall,
Scratching the ruins of this once successful manor,
Hearing these death threats created by the fires blazes,
A beautiful spirit entered,
Almost staring them down as if they were specks of dust,
With an almighty powerful howl,
The fire cats whimpered as they felt the pain she had once felt,
Ivy Sorrow, mother nature as most know her.
