Crawling through the tangled vines
She creeps, creeps, creeps.
Hiding from the green creatures
Who have been searching for her
She attempts to dodge dirty glances
And hide behind shadows of the wild
But the songs of the forest engulf her
And she has no where to run
The skies are dark, the wolves they cry
Under the watch of the gargoyles
Because the green creature will come
Nearer and nearer until there is no distance
Creep, creep, creep...
How long more can she last?
With a swish of her black slippery slither
She disapears into the night.