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Dark woods M N
Should I turn and go back
To search for another way
Or continue through these woods
Hoping to see the next day?
I will turn deaf
To the cries of wailing spirits
And whispers of the living dead
Careful with each step I take
Lest I tread on a snake
The moon's illumination
Barely reaches the ground
I can feel eyes all around
Fate has turned me into
A meal for the creatures that dwell
In these woods my blood will flow
To the ground and feed the ghosts
And soon my spirit will be confined
To the dark woods
Of the living dead
( I got inspired from a forest that is nearby our home and it borders a cemetery and a national park)
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