Into the Woods
The woods have eyes that never close
And sounds which echo in the night
Its winds will haunt you as it blows
As shadows slither in pale moonlight
When footsteps are heard passing through
The owl asks 'who who who'
As a silhouette he spies
Moving deeper into the woods; but why?
And those whose fate with it are spun
Will wander through its leafy realm
And before the night unveils the sun
They slumber in the shadow of the elm
The woods have secrets it has kept
It knows where all the bodies are
Into the woods intruders crept
Their dark deeds done beneath the stars
1-8-19
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