When in the Aged Forest,
There is a fork in the road,
Where one side is bright and the other is dark,
And there you will go into a darkness mode,
To take the right side,
Where the road had been blacked,
It seemed so dark and accursed,
And of course it was where love was lacked,
The grass still had a pinch of crimson red,
You could tell at one time the road was the color jade,
But now had turned to red and black,
Though even that started to fade,
The scent has rather a deathly smell to it,
And colliding against that is the misery mist,
Together entwined created the darkness its self,
You could feel it punch you with its painful fist,
Closer inside where the dead trees live,
There once was a battle where much blood had been shed,
The evidence was still there for it lay upon the scene,
Many in war had lost their head,
There is not a hint of light,
If there is some what hope it would have to defend,
For the battle still lives among the spirits,
Which will not likely to end,
So to walk in this road,
You will have to join the fight,
Never shall you win so the darkness will have you consumed,
There you will join the dead and become a lost knight.
I know, I keep writing dark poems, but I'm rally not a dark person. Hope you like. ^_^ Please vote and comment.
