A new day for her is an added
burden
For she’s no longer the cheerful
maiden
She’s there trapped in the old
hospital den
Been crying and wailing and
waiting since then.
What can I do, I asked myself
And found a book inside a shelf
My mind whispered this could help
Though my luck is merely size of
an elf.
With faith I started marching
towards her
And landed my feet beside the
drawer
Though the room was a complete
macabre
I opted to move few inches closer.
