Run child as fast as your feet will carry you.
Don’t pause for a breath or stop to tie your shoe.
You can look around, cry for help if you like,
But this is one time the monster will strike.
You can run deep into the forest, you can hide in the dark,
But we will always find you, for you have the mark.
You will never survive; you’ve already begun to rot,
You can gather wood, set camp, just like daddy taught.
It all seems so fruitless now, so close to the end,
When a monster lurks behind every bend.
Our paths are made from the bones of the others,
Somewhere waiting for them are weeping mothers.
You will discover as they did, there is no way out.
Burst your little lungs trying to scream and shout.
Just listen please,
To the noise of the trees.
They will warn you of what lurks in every inch of this place.
Creatures waiting to snatch you, all eager for a taste.
They won’t wait long, for they are hungry indeed.
Only the blood of a child will fulfil their greed,
All roads lead to the same place in the end.
We all go without a coin, a care or a friend,
So look up child and see what lies in wait.
Thank you little child, for taking the bait.
Artist David is forced to relive a childhood trauma as he searches for new inspiration.
An innocent seeming farm girl holds the key to unlocking it as she becomes his new MUSE.
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