Peering out clearly from the woods was a yearling
Using the eerie to help it move about warrily
Learing about fearfully from the woods at the clearing
Gearing up to dash but it's gasping is hindering
Nearly too scerene, likely the gap is in surrendering
Every other time this splendering of fall is...is well, rendering

Yes, maybe no?
Understanding the lazier ladies home
Out from the woods to grace wheat of gold
Ravings the ravens told with the songs of baby crows
Likely though, told from the woods and not by the bold
Songs of souls sold sully for taking tolls
From the woods, fully for taking hold
Eeries ta hold, or a fake ten fold

Now and again I see from the woods, he could come
I for one from the woods would run, would run
Too, everything less experience is cheeky when tounged
Of course she'll never know if she should run none

Nerves racked but building, eduring a minds devision
Asuring herself again, ensuring a wise descision

Oceans of emotions now corroding the notion
Coping with the hopless joke of the open for chosen
Now and again, know, she could surely be the one chosen for trophey
Evoking the thought of eloping is hosing
An event unspoken, from the woods she's choking!

Of this one dear little yearling, fear has left clearly
From the woods, for the clearing

Kinder, I guess to have had only one step.
I fret it would of been worse having tasted the rest.
Dreading death, being the dead.
Never the less, drugged in the den.