I was walking through pine trees,
Had a torch in my hand.
Saw a boy sitting on the rock,
Hiding his face with his hand.
The boy was weeping
Soundlessly,
I asked him "what happen"?,
To he which he didn't reply.
I ask him again,
And again his answer was
"silence",
This franked me out a bit,
Still I dared to stay and figure it out.
Finally he reveled his face,
Only if you called it a face.
The boy had no ears, no nose,
nothing.
Rather,just a oval shape.
On seeing the face,
I strambled on the path,
Running away as fast as I could,
Making the cry of help...
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