Sundays Scribblings ~ Scary Campfire Bedtime Story ~

"Blood Forest"

below my feet the dirt is dry
above is darkening midnight sky
ahead the forest waits in patience
for a victims lonely cry

around me there is no one seen
just whistling wind throughout the trees
alone I step, no trodden pathway
or proof of past survivors deeds

my steps deceive me underground
branches reaching, turn me round
trunks like bodies stand there waiting
for a victims entrance sound

dead men buried, long time past
grave stone markers bare their last
full moon glowing, casting shadows
legs to carry, running fast

coming closer smell the dead
standing still in fear and dread
am I dreaming, nightmares creeping
rolling slowly off, MY HEAaaaad!~~~~