The night was cold and Ashlynn Grey was so lost on the lone streets of Paris when in the dark a voice stilled the night air
The little girl has lost her way
She has let people be insincere and sorrow stay
un-marred faces have harmed her dear
But being lost have taken here fear
someone was there hiding someone ...
Hello? I called in the every black darkness of a lone ally
Lost child why do you look for monsters in the dark
Little child one may even steal your beating heart
Young kid dear why do you still stand near
Young little thing why haven't you left here
I'm not afraid of you if that's what you must convey to me...I will not leave till I see the face that owns that voice,
To see a face of a monster I am not a caged animal for you to view you twist child
I am not twist I ask to see your face to see who I owe the warning tword
Young child to see my face means to never leave me and a little dove like you must be free,
You seem sad if you would come some what closer I might be able to help
He laughed ..my even his laugh was beautiful
I don't Need to see you but it would be reassuring to know I'm not going insane,
Little child why do you invite danger?
What do you mean and please stop calling me a child misuier?
The light outline of a silouiet of a man
You look like a man I see no monster before me
Why do you pity me child
I don't pity you I only wish to help
What if I take advantage of your help?what if I harm you?my eyes fell to the ground.
Then that would be on you conchess
Wouldn't you family care for your death
...my family Wishes me dead...