Through the fields and through the woods a little girl does goes.
Her feet trample through the sodden snow.
Like a wolf that howls and cries in the night, she whines for the chances for others to see.
To see the way the girl is like someone who sees the glistening blue sea that shines from the sun that is yellow as a bee.

She looks and looks for others in the barren land,
But everywhere she goes is filled with nothing but dirt and sand.
She views her surroundings for a certain someone that she can love.
But love can be a tricky thing because it can fly away like a snow-white dove.
To see is to be. And to be is like rebirth for ones soul.

The little girl can see for her heart is pure as gold.
She shines bright for others to see her but still no one can examine such beauty.
She cries silent and alone until a young boy sees her and lures over to the weeping girl.
He asks: "Why are you crying beautiful girl? You're too beautiful to cry for you are like an elm burl. "

She looks up at the boy with gleaming blue eyes.
She asks: "Why am I alone in this world? Why is everything a lie!?"
He looks at her with a deep sorrowful frown and bends down to cup her face.

He tells her that life is an ugly lie and death is the horrible truth.
She finally understood why life is like a lie but why did this little girl have to die?

My shadow looks at me with its blank, lifeless eyes as it fills the ground around me to the point that it doesn't even look like me anymore and every time I move, it gets even more sinister and disturbing.
My shadow is like the lifeless void that is in my heart.
A wide grin forms on my shadow scaring me sending chills from head to toe down my spine. It then slowly talks and says: "I am you now." My shadow protrudes from the ground. It looks at me as speaks in a soft voice: "My word is my law and my law you have broken. By telling about me and my life we shall make your nightmares come true." The darkness surrounds me and consumes my body making no light shine upon me.
I'm drowning in sorrow.
It is the sorrow that has haunted my nightmares constantly.
My life is over it has now ended and as my shadow takes my place, I hover in the pitch-black space.

(This poem doesn't belong to me. The rightful owner is the author Darren Shan who wrote the Demonata and the Cirque du Freak book series. This poem is from his first book of the Demonata book series: Lord Loss.)

Lord loss sows all the sorrows of the world, lord loss seeds the grief starched trees

In the center  of the web lowly lord loss bows his head

Mangled hands, naked eyes
Fanged snakes his soul line
Curled inside like texture sin
****** curdle sheets for skin

In the center of the web vile lord loss torments the dead
Over strands of red, lord loss crawls
Dispensing pain, despising all
Shuns friends, nurtures foes
Ravages hope, breeds woe
Drinks moons, devours suns
Twirls his thumbs till the reaper comes

In the center of the web Lush Lord Loss is all that is left.

What do you hear when you hear the word dark? A dark corridor, a dark room, or a dark street in the middle of the night? I believe the darkness is a scary place that hides things from everyone. Well when you think about it, you always feel like you’re being watched when you’re alone in the dark and you hear the whispers of voices all around you yet again there’s nothing there. You’re all alone with no place to go... you’re lost and scared of all your surroundings. Your senses will jumble up into millions off pieces and you will go crazy over it. If you remember anything I have told you today... that is to be on your guard, and observe your surroundings...

You know.... Sometimes I feel scared... scared of life and the things to come... scared of being yelled at by someone, scared of hurting, heartbreaking, liking someone when you and that other are taken. What is life when you look at it? Is it light? Is it dark? Or is it something so scary that you hide away in your room. What ever it is I get scared of life... because I don't know what to do with it or what I’ll see...

What is the light actually? People say that it is the most beautiful thing in the world. That it is warm, cuddling, and peaceful. But when you think about it, it can always be cruel, painful, and scary... Things in the light are not what you would normally see really. It’s not all fairies and rainbows or Angles in the sky. Sometimes the light can burn you and leave permanent scars all over your body and leaves you mentally damaged and you just want to go on a killing spree and just attack the people you dearly hate and despise and that’s when the darkness takes over your body and soul. Your mind just loses all control, your body becomes stronger yet it makes you more of a killing machine and you just want to ****... watch as the blood splatters everywhere organs and entrails everywhere and as soon as you start getting back in touch with reality, your mind won’t ever... go back to normal once you look at all the damage that has been done.