This book contains prose writings and poetry for various contests here on WDC. |
Lines = 30 Night falls Evening shadows stretch across the forest floor They seem to dance and shimmer in the moonlight Yet these shadows are not the ones we expect They are not the ones that take the daily form They don't lay about They are not connected to trees They come from the trees But as the night deepens They step away and move freely Collecting and connecting in the deepest part of the forest Where no one dares venture unless they become lost Stories of darkness pervade In whispered moans and grunts They concoct their plans To lure their victims into their realm Before daybreak they slip back into the trees And wait, Wait for the unsuspecting soul To wander into their midst Then they set their plans in motion Confusing the person until they cannot find their way Lost in the maze of toppled tress and upturned roots And vines that wind through the forest Then as darkness falls They stretch and swell Devouring the lost soul Who is their captive Silencing his screams as he claws the earth And disappears into the bowels of the underworld. Notes: ▼ |