i used to love walking through these woods
with their golden leaves and endless secrets
but now i am forced to shun their depths
as my soul is turning in its grave
the darkness envelopes all fear deep in
only terror is left in its grey mantle
those who venture often never return
from whence they set out so long ago
the woods are a vision of terrible beauty
such wonder sought by many found by few
the undergrowth writhes in agony when
fresh footsteps from a traitor are felt
as i peer once more into its murky shadows
i remember the years i spent there
as i fought to escape from the angry trees
the sullen leaves and the rampant canopy
but i have no time to wonder again
to stroll amongst its unique horror
and often you will hear me say with a sigh
i used to love walking through these woods