In a land of magic and wonder,
There lived a child with pure innocence,
She roamed the fields with laughter and splendor,
Blissfully unaware of the world's malevolence.

But one day a darkness descended,
The air grew cold, and the sky turned grey,
The child was frightened and apprehended,
Her innocence slowly withered away.

The creatures of the land ran and hid,
As the shadows crept towards her,
The child cried out, "I want to be a kid!",
But her plea was swallowed by the sinister murmur.

The darkness took over, and the child's spirit broke,
Her vivid fantasies became a distant memory,
The land was still, and the silence spoke,
As the death of innocence became a tragedy.

Her world now tainted, with corruption and greed,
Forced to grow up too soon, the child could no longer dream,
No longer could the child embrace their pure creed,
The death of innocence, a melancholy theme.