Woodlands Way

Waning daylight fast fades to grey, upon this windswept moor
Obscuring what lies ahead, through a pine forest, below a tor
Ominous thoughts may be alert and even find time to ponder
Dusk is settling though and the path leads beyond, to yonder
Lichen's sprawled from tripping roots, to embracing branches
As a lost soul wanders in spent needles, falling in avalanches
Nothing's alive in the rotting petrified wood, of crystallized sap
Death only lingers here, as it always does, in an illusion's trap
Someone's ensnared and they'll not escape, it's insanity's toil
Within this dark domain they'll desiccate, as they feed the soil
And for anyone lost on the other-side, beware the fading grey
Yet if they choose the path ahead, it's just the woodlands way