Moor

Walking towards the bridge
On a stormy night
She was in search of
A dear thing
Once which enchanted her
Looking around curiously
She waited for a sign of hope
Redundantly, she kept on moving
The ghusty wind made her hold herself tight
While the moon hid itself out of ignominy
The thunders made her walk faster
Suddenly, she saw a halo
Dim, little spark in the deepest jungle
Setting foot into it's terrritory
She had welcomed a chilling breeze
Carefully, she shushed her inner fear
The halo grew brighter
Like an abode of firefly
The thirst of unseen set ablaze her furiously
Getting closer, she never would have doubted
A black hole had engulfed her
Where the path to destination never cease