The Haunted Forest
Climbing, clawing, teeth grinding, gnawing
bitter seething while breathing rotten air
The path hair raising, amazing and a bit dazing
trees shaking and quaking as if making a dare
Leaves crunching and bunching underneath each footstep
I'm creeping with each move to sneak out of there!
Wind swirling and hurling particles of debris
it keeps howling, scooping and swooping as I head toward my lair
Sudden silence emerges. There arises a calm at the end of the thicket.
It's Wonderful and inviting with silent moonbeams glow as I stare.
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