The Far Depths Of The Forest
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Jessica Morris, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2021
Far in the forest,
The wind breezes towards the north,
Fear builds up in people's soles,
As they have regret, they feel a presence,
My presence.
The smell of blood fills the air,
The deed is now done,
Now leaves a body that is never to be found,
In the depths of their despair, I make a glee full sound.