The tales of this forest.

The tales of this forest,
Only some have lived to tell,
Written in bloodshed,
Bound by cryptic spell,
Oh come closer,
If you dare,
I shall tell ,
As i ,
a near victim,
Know the story very well,

During the darkest hour,
of the darkest day,
Bewilderment,
The month of may,
Within the storm brewing,
Nearest this way,
Dust did rise ,
Casting the skies in grey,
Upon my eye's weary,
Lost my way,
A woven pathway,
did display,
I rode my black horse,
along the way ,
Subtle movements,
amongst the trees ,
The smell of burning flesh,
My stallion's heart affright,
Something was brewing,
In deathly sight,
My mind piecing into the tree's,
My heart to un eased ,
My fragile leg's,
My aching's knees,
My eye's undoubtedly,
displeased ,
Peering within foggy vision,
My mind a scatter,
upon decision ,
To turn back or to proceed,

To be continued..............