The Spectral Theatre

In a dimly lit theatre, I sat alone,
My heart pounding, chilled to the bone.

The curtain parted, a scene so stark,
An audience of shadows, eyes glowing in the dark.

Their icy stares cut through the night,
A spectacle of terror, a frightful sight.

"Where am I" I whispered the words
But words were lost, I felt unheard.

I rose to leave, but felt a force unseen,
An invisible barrier, cold and keen.

Trapped, like a lone actor on this stage,
A prisoner of the night, locked in a cage.

The stage shook, a tremor beneath,
As if waking from a sinister sleep.

Trees grew tall, their branches spread,
In a forest of nightmares, my growing dread.

"What is this?" My voice echoed, faint.
The whispers replied, "A picture we paint."

I stumbled upon a sign so eerie,
Its message cold, my heart grew weary.

"Enter here, where shadows seep,
In this forest, death will creep."

I hesitated, but a force unseen,
Pushed me forward into a nightmarish scene.

All around, creatures with eyes like fire's burn,
In shadows they lurked, at every turn.

Their gaze pierced through my very soul,
In this haunted forest, I had no control.

The sign's words etched in my mind,
As I ventured further, terror intertwined.

"All who wander, forever stay,
Lost in night, stripped of day."

A chill ran deep, the message clear,
In this world of darkness, I quaked in fear.

Trees loomed like sentinels, tall and high,
Under a cursed, relentless, starless sky.

"No escape," the wind seemed to hiss,
Entwining me deeper in this abyss.

The specters observed, a chilling tale,
In this theater of terror, where I'd surely fail.

That wasn't the end, oh no, it had just begun,
Within this nightmarish realm, my torment spun.

From the darkness, a figure took shape,
A nightmare made real, in this sinister landscape.

Horns like twisted spires of dread,
A silhouette of doom, a fear unsaid.

Its eyes, like coals, a haunting glare,
Fixed upon me in the ghostly air.

"Who are you?" I dared to cry.
But only silence, under the spectral sky.

The figure moved, a dance of the damned,
Its presence a plague upon the land.

Surrounded by terror, no way to flee,
In this cursed forest, I was not free.

The audience, still, a ghostly shroud,
They paid no heed, as I screamed out loud.

Watched in silence, a captive in their sight,
In this endless play, this cold eternal night.

"Please," I begged, "Let me be free."
But the forest whispered, "You belong to me."

Trapped in horror, in this twisted fate,
In the theatre of shadows, the hour grew late.

In this realm of darkness, where nightmares reign,
My story of terror, a never-ending chain.

Bound to the stage, a pawn in their game,
In the theatre of the damned, my soul they claim.