[ WP ] You are a child lost in a jungle . Something is hunting you .

Alone in the woods in the dead of night, 
 the towering trees, in their gothic might, 
 blocked out the moon and shredded its light. 
 
 One small child shuddered with fright; 
 while the creatures, with hungered eyes, 
 mocked her misery and whispered lies: 
 
 *You'll never survive. 
 You're going to die. 
 You wo n't be missed. 
 It wo n't be a surprise. * 
 
 She covered her ears, she twisted and writhed, 
 she turned this way and that, 
 till she broke and she cried: 
 
 `` Enough of these words! 
 I've tried and I've tried 
 to live with this pain. 
 So I say to you: Goodbye!'' 
 
 And so she ran with tears in her eyes. 
 as fast as her feet would allow her to fly. 
 But the monsters would not stand by; 
 their noses were sharp, their feet were light. 
 They chased the girl for miles and miles! 
 Through brush and thicket! Through bog and mire! 
 
 Till finally, she was free! 
 The moon was in sight! 
 Her mother awaited with arms opened wide. 
 
 She ran to her mother and gave a small cry. 
 The demons all faded like a dream in the night
