Monsters
There are monsters in these woods
These woods are infected with darkness
Everything is silent and still
And everything is alive with noise and terror
Blood drips from a blackened tree where a beast has made it’s kill
Screams, howls, and moans,
Come reach out to you and beckon you deeper,
Deeper into the woods
Eyes blink in the darkness,
Waiting, watching.
Something is out there, in these woods
Something darker and more wicked
Than the monsters that creep and crawl
And tear at your hair when you aren’t looking
This thing knows that you are here
It has been waiting for you
It knows you.
The darkness is closing in on you
The monsters are coming close, creeping
No one can hear you in these woods
Once these woods and these monsters have you
They will never let you from their bloody iron grip.
Run.
Run as fast as you can, the monsters are coming for you
Run to me
You belong to me
You are safe here
The monsters will be gone
Trust me
Come into the woods.
Copyright © The Ant | Year Posted 2023
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