I found myself running,
From something not there,
I didnt know where it was,
Only laughs I could hear,
The sound so chilling,
Piercing through my heart,
Urging me to carry on running,
Pushing branches apart,
It all of a sudden stopped,
And so did I,
My mind came to a halt,
Oh God where am I? ,
Trees swaying slowly,
As I twirled round and round,
'Dont run away from me',
A voice that froze me to ground,
I looked at the little girl,
A scream erupted from me,
Her hair dripped with blood,
As she smiled evilly,
' Goodbye ', she cried,
And with that she left,
Her knife in her hand,
Blooded with the victims,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem