Its the middle of the night, and I’m terrified with such fright. I dont know this place, Its in an open field of empty space. Theirs trees on every side, along with the wind carrying a stench like something died. I can’t call out to anyone, for their is none that would hear my cry oh why am I here. I fear that I may not be found, Im now bound by the fact that theirs no escape, Its too late, I need to except my fate.