Poem -

Forbidden Forest of Death

Forbidden Forest of Death

In the deep darkened forest draped with death,

the very place that you'll take your last breath.

Fog looms thick through the canopy of trees,

you feel the fear rattling in the rustling leaves.

Once you enter you'll linger lost trying to escape;

But it's now too late -- you have sealed your fate.

Frightening fleshy moss moves through the mist,

on tangled vines and tattered stones of dead abyss.

Telltale signs align of bones enshrined,

beneath the earth under the stark pines.

Daunting, haunting shadows dance in black silhouettes,

hands reach out to you in eerie disfigured pirouettes.

The master of death, has come to take your breath-

In the forgotten forbidden forest of death.

 

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Kerry Robinson

Thank you, Lauren, I appreciate your kind comments.

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