Thicket

Walking under large trees I hear the crow singing a tune of doom
A tune that stirs up gloom beneath the howling moon
The moon that shines upon these eerie woods
Dark and dreamy wooden domain
Nothing but sorrow,nothing but pain
My feet touch the earth The soil is wet  
Leaves are tumbling towards the ground
I start to shiver I hear a sound
The sound of a wind catches my naked flesh
It tells me that I'm going to get stabbed in the chest