Unprecieved In the ominous woods

A collaboration  of two old souls. Co author "Crimson"


the darkness beckons
and I come forth willingly, into the unknown
sensing something forbodeing, I draw back to the shadows

the trees are silent it's eerie
forsake the angels
it's a spell their under

I've always been friend to the trees
today they loom large
the forest smells of copper pennies
an unmistakable tang

withdrawing further, a tree warns
a madman is afoot
with wild eyes and smile that chills
my blood runs cold, as I catch sight of him

Bloodlust in the air
Hard to breath my thoughts coagulate
I freeze he never sees me

Sinister breath he smells my fear
I'm going to run
The wooded pine tells me no
I'm not the only one he smells

I hold my breath, muffled gurgling
He is fast, up the road Bush to the left
The gurgling, no more
He found his prey

I can't hold it no more
He holds a silhouette
Then his eyes meet mine
He smiles

I heard it from
The trees, I cried historically
my fear, his real trophy.