Summary
Little boy, little boy, playing in the woods. Where are you parents, can you find them if you could? Little girl, little girl, searching in the woods. Trying to find your brother, and that's where he stood. The one's who's lost, is the one's whose gone. Little boy, little boy, it's about time you're done. Little girl, little girl, can you hear his death song? (Transcendence Drabble