Mother told me a tale about a girl who wore a dark purple sweater.
Nobody knew her name
Nobody knows where she's from
All they know is she wore a dark purple sweater.
One day an elder of our village ran for his life
From the angry bears and wolves that live nearby
His mouth was dry from exhaustion and couldn't scream for help
The man trip on a branch that wasn't there before
As he fell he felt a gust of wind as he bust his hip
Before the wild bears and wolves ripped his small weak body apart
A girl in a dark purple sweater appeared in front of them.
The savages stopped and snarled at her almost arguing with her with the situation
In response the girl whispered something that the man couldn't understand.
The savages ran back into the dark end of the forests.
Before the man could thank her for saving his life
The girl told him
"Don't Do It Again"
The man was confused on what he done
Before he can reply to the girl he saw animals run to his direction with fear
All he saw was red as he saw his campfire spread.
And with such dread he passed out with fear of death luring his soul
When he woke up he was at the entrance to his lovely village
Where family who cared ran at him
He turned around and saw the girl walk back to the flaming forest
And before he could speak, the girl merges with the wind in her Dark Purple Sweater.