The Weeping Willow
I was really young at the time,
When I discovered monsters were real.
He took many of us in,
And caged us in steel.
He experimented on us,
Each and everyday.
With shots and needles,
Until we were spirited away.
As the pain started increase,
My days turned into blurs.
And the only things I could hear,
Would be pleas,
screams,
And murmurs.
Don't they know,
Escape here is futile.
For whenever we tried,
Our time here becomes more brutal.
Then there came the day,
When he presumed we were all dead.
But he shouldn't have guessed,
But checked instead.
For there amongst the bodies,
Stood a single child.
He was the only one left.
The only one to have learned,
The Wood Release Style.
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