Moors

There are high, bleak and wild moors.
And it's a winter night.
I feel absolutely terrified
In the absence of light.
I can sense fear all around me
And I can tell It's not mine.
It was misty, dark and eerily confusing.
And then I saw what I was trying to find.
A silhoutte of a girl, chained to the wall
She looked like she gave up on even trying.
There was a dark aura around her that screamed pain.
And It looked she lost count of time.
It was all for a mere second.
But I remember vividly that's how it was looking in her eyes.