The Timid Tale

She gazed out of that window

Every single day

Wondering what’s it like out there

In the open, in the rain

For darkness grew within

Knowing no bounds

Not far was the day

When comes for her the hound

She knew she must try

Or this might be the end

For how to battle the nemesis

That dwell within

Fascinated by smiles

So vivid, so live  

She wanted to be happy

To be able to revive

Gathering her remnants

She raced to and fro

To step out in this macabre

To let it all go  

For the first time ever

She was on her own

Basking in the sun

She felt all grown

She rose, albeit unsteadily

Weary of losing her way

Of being faceless among the many

Labeled as the damsel in dismay

It’s a long way to fruition

Whines the oldster she didn’t know

While she dances away in glory

Not afraid of the dark anymore