Is it that skin prickling primal fear
you feel when you walk near?
Or the stomach churning sounds you hear?
Pulling at your guts, tying them up,
cutting the blood supply off,
tensing muscles you have never used.
All you know is that its deep inside you.
Gnawing at your core.
You know there is something
deeply unsettling, something rotten,
some evil dwelling
somewhere in the woods for sure.
In daylight its fine, the sunlight
dances through the treeline.
You feel the damp squash,
as your feet squish
through the undergrowth moss.
The way the paths lead off
somewhere vibrant, bright, exciting
and new,
but it’s not threatening,
there is nothing at all to fear.
Just you and the delicate
woodland scent in the air.
I mean, they make
air fresheners smell like this.
They wouldn’t make
murder lake or deathly hallow
scented glade plugins.
But then the night falls in
and lighting runs out.
The darkness paints everything
A little more frightening
like a shadow over the land,
and there is no one here
to hold your hand.
So, whose hands is that in yours?
As you feel cold fingers (claws)
running wet across your wrist,
digging deep into your pores.
In these woods there are ghosts,
howling through their bleak existence.
Their eerie presence
sends shivers
through every atom.
Something unnatural in the gloom,
in the way the branches
always seem to crack
somewhere behind you.
Circling you.
Creeping up on you.
But when you look back
it’s exactly the same view
you’ve seen since you
entered this maze of the moon.
The way the grotesque limbs reach out,
fingers enticing you in,
like crooked fingers beckoning
leading you deeper within.
Taking you further
than you've ever been.
Now everywhere looks the same,
clawing arms reach out to grab
a sliver of your brain, gripping your wrists
and stretching you tight
in a crucifix pose
impaled against the moonlight.
as a warning to anyone
stupid enough to come near
When the day gives way to night.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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