A/N: This poem is a part of the 100 prompts challenge on the Poetry Craze, prompt #040 –burden


Side-Quests
7. The Forests

Travellers didn't go to the forests.
There was a demon amongst the trees,
they said: a bird
that flittered through the branches,
a beast that howled
through the trunks.

There were all manner of monsters,
all manner of poisons,
all manner of bewitching spells
to be found.

They couldn't map it all.
They ran

But for them, who couldn't run
anywhere else, they stayed
and made their home
and became one of
the monstrous fables
of that place.