InternalIrridescence

Well I'm not sure if this is the correct way to publish a text deviation, but I guess it'll have to do. I was just looking through my old papers today and found a bunch of old writings, and I figured I might as well post them here. The inspiration for this poem came from reading a book whose plot was the same as the Agatha Christie poem "And then there were none". Wrote it for a friend that enjoys dark stories. Thirteen little children,      in a forest they delve.                 One was stole by wolves that night                              Then there were twelve Twelve little children               Mourning the loss of Kevin