"Elise"

Something is flowing in the river, A silent soul, Light and young. The trees seems to tremble, Hearing the rustle of water. The forester goes deeper, Creeping through the trees, On the trail of death's release. He discovers nothing. He discovers only endless peace, Everywhere, only thick fog. But he saw something strange, Something that would make other's estrange. Like a pretty white dress, Floating on the water. The body of a young girl... Pretty as a porcelain doll. The man approaches quietly, And reaches her arm. He slowly pulls her out, And there was no doubt. It’s his daughter, fallen. And in this moment, His heart felt like it got stolen. When the sky turned navy, And the stars were exposed, Everyone gathered by the grave of the girl. Silence filled the area, Hearing a figure in the bushes. Before the forester turned around, He saw his wife. Holding a knife, Pressing it to his neck. She claimed that it was his fault, That he killed their daughter. All the man felt Was a liquid running down his neck. After that, he closed his eyes. And fell on Lolita’s grave.