~the Forum~ Poem by Autumn VanBrown

As the darkness clouded the mind of the girl, a light formed from the back of her weary head. First came sunshine skies and grass the color of the purest green, then came darkness shadowing the beautiful sky. It was pure deception.

The forest was warm with cool winds and the grass flowed just before the wind was known in the area. Surrounded by tress, the girl went closer and closer to the middle of the sunny forest. Making her way past the hard obstacles of the land was easy at first, until she made her way closer and closer to the middle.

In the middle was a rock that looked more like a podium and shined against the sun. The tress were placed in a perfect circle and the area spoke out in purity. As the girl slowly looked around, her vision began to change into what was parallel of the wonderful, heavenly place.

The silky, green grass turned into dust and the tress all died around her as if the place became her personal graveyard. The rock in the center glowed black as she tried to pry herself away from the terrible nightmare which was once a dream land. Before she fully disappeared, a face kept flashing before her eyes as if it were a warning of some sort, but she has no idea what. The face was ghostly white with deep black eyes. The circles that surrounded the eyes reminded the girl of death. The face was old and ancient like with long stringy hair. Flashing over and over in her mind, she fully awakened herself from the nightmare. Panting in sweats, she had no where else to go so she grasped her pillow and began to forget the horrible scene that was once there.~