From ear to ear,
It was bittersweet to be reassured that Dixie had no real welfare within the premises of her cottage.
There was always this undercurrent of~
"One day you'll regret this." Threatening act coming from those who seeked her abundance and lust.
Dixie remained calm and poetically stated her true words of wisdom.
"Stranger, oh stranger, oh dear this stranger, may I not know you well, how to be no stranger - to come in?!"
The beasts at night, who plead and bite. Therefore, mocking the words of sweet Dixie's lyric.
"Be gone my sweetest! You cannot cross this territory anymore! I bound peace and privacy."
"When is my admittance permissible?"- The beast responds.
Cruelly desperate they are, unable to leave poor Dixie alone.
Little did the beasts know... what Dixie's strength lacks on, makes it up for madness~
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Dixies carries her packed bags out and drops it on the ground for one last say to the forest...
"My fellow loves, my loves of creatures.... It is safe to say that the people who torment you, genuinely don't have their life figured out than you do. That's the rite of passage to anger, but desire. I am grateful for all of you, believe me. But I refuse to be harassed."
She picks up her stuff again and glares at the burning flaming fiery forest of deforestation happening quicker than grass burning.
She blocks out the noises and terrorized screams while she walks away from this madness she created.
The fiery forest of flames, burning and evaporating into oxygen, spoke revenge for what sweet little Dixie achieved on her fellow predators~
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I was just in bed sitting then decided I wanted to make this really random story
Always trust your thoughts! Thank you so much for reading my story!
About the Creator
Kodah
- Storyteller, Love/Romance, Poetry, Dark, Mental health, Psychological, Surreal, Nature, Mythical
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Comments (5)
Wonderful and absolutely wonderful message!!!๐โค๏ธโค๏ธ
A mystical tale, we waste so much yet we keep taking from nature. It needs to rebel.
What a mind you have! This was fascinating, Kodah.
Love your poem, Kodah!
But...but...what did the poor trees do ๐ฅบ I felt sad for them ๐ฅบ