Defiantly she stood at the edge of the trees,
Thickening fog has obscured her view,
Dominant trepidation tells tales of dead souls,
Darkness consumed her stagnant memories of you...
There is a presence of evil cast out in these woods,
The sensation is there deep down in your soul,
Where the spirits fly viciously at night in the dark,
Contemplating the unknown causes a loss of control...
Catastrophic domination of the wicked dance begins ,
Torrid mediation only a deferment of the pain,
Eerie silence dwells over the dark forest,
They know soon you will die there in vain......
Ominous declination a virtue of the disheartened soul,
A cryptic anointment bestows on you death,
They whisper in the breadth of the forest,
An eternal eulogy to your final last breath...
Decisively they assemble in a choreographed descent,
The wind screaming across their sleek wings,
Peregrinating now into the forest of dead souls,
The final nightmare of all your bad dreams...
Caressed by their anointment the affliction begins,
Blood escapes from their fanged piercing bite,
You stumble through deaths door into abyss,
Forever to live the evil darkness of night...
Now to remain only a distant memory,
Of those who preceded you and failed,
Reminiscent of the beast in the closet,
The Ferries of the forest have prevailed...
