Walking In the Woods

As I walk through the woods on a super creepy trail, I stop and listen to a woman so frail, As she tells me a story, I tell her one back, And I turn to see three boys, Eyes so black, They wait and they listen for the story's end, As I look in wonder to their old woman friend, I can't help but show the fear in my eyes, As she tells me the story of how each boy dies, The three little boys, Skip hand in hand, The shoes on their feet sink deep in the sand, Follow me deeper, Follow me down, Down to the beach, Where the first boy will drown, He seems so fearless, So unafraid, Bringing his brothers on such a day, Where his life would go wrong, And end with his unknown play. The two little boys, Left all alone, By their older brother, This cruel world to roam, Aimlessly wander, Into fates brutal trap, Where the second brother will never come back, He climbs in the trees, Which bend and sway, Calling his brother to come now and play, He steps out so careless, On one lonely branch, And misplaces his foot as if in a trance, As if the wind calls him to join in its dance, He sails through the air, Like a bird in play, As his life has ended on this sunny day, The third boy runs now so fast, Miss places his foot and falls down a crevasse, The slope so slippery and yet so vast, The third life has ended at last. its been awhile...once again here is my soul in poetic form. let me know what you think...if your still there. and yes, spelling issues.