She came in the forest looking for beautiful things.
The scene was gloomy and cold
And a smoke is seen
But she wondered whether it be of a fire
Or from the coldness of the setting.
She kept on walking
Expecting hideous things with a golden gem
Inside of them
But it wasn't that thing that she was looking for
As she was trying to search for an antidote
To appease her hunger
While wanting a beauty out of it
Until she crossed path with what she thought
To be of this thing.
She felt that it was fragile
So she held it slowly
Trying to examine its structure,
Holding it and she closed her eyes
To feel if this might be what she's searching for.
She stood for a while mesmerizing the unknown thing
Then she stared at it with a conscientious eye.
"I don't know but I want you", she whispered
Then took it to the other side of the forest.
She sat down while playing the nature's sound,
She carefully put it down
To see if it will move
And if so to which direction.
"Will you be able to come to me despite of the path that you're making?
Will it lead down to me or will you run away just like them?
What type of creature are you?
I am intrigued."
She held it like it's the most beautiful creature
She ever had thinking
It might be a medicine-
The only cure to her of being locked up
From the magic box of memories.
"What do you have to offer?", she thought
And decided to stare at it complacently.
The sun rises and the smoke was slightly
Fading in and she noticed that the creature
Is slowly pulling its back away from her
And she wondered why, what, when, where and how.
She panicked.
"I don't want to lose this."
She grabbed the poison from her pocket
And sprayed it into the air.
At first, she succeeded
And she was able to bring back the creature to her.
Why would she wanted to lose it so easily?
When it puts her at ease slowly freeing her?
What steps should she take?
When she knew that she might lose it anyway in the end?
Where in the side of the forest should she discover afterwards?
When she closed the part of it since she found it?
How could she be able to mend up with the wounds
Her selfishness could bring if she's forcing what doesn't exist?
When she doesn't know what she really wants?
She kept on fighting with her inner halo
As her outer halo sees pleasure in the idea
Of the creature suffering for her
Though her inner halo wants it to be freed
So that the creature could come back
To its rightful owner,
Safe to say to refer to its past ghost
Who used to touch it.
The inner halo of her won
And decided to give its freedom
As she knows it's her way of loving herself.
Her outer halo supported her in the end
Convincing that it's useless anyway
Since the creature lost its aura it gave her
But she always knew she wanted it for the longer time
As her new art until it loses its value
In the sight of the others
For her to possess it until dusk.
