Upon the enter
A sweet kiss of death
Blankets the sky to the dust
Intruders die
In a quick bit
The taste of poisoned candy
Lingers only when they arrive
All who come
Ponder the demon
Who must posess such a tragedy of a wood
Or whatever the sane name it
They are wronged
Down to the bone
Behold she is no demon
But a bird without wings
A carnivorous flower
Like the one that grows by the stream
Animals flock
In a sinister manner
Like strangers preying
Upon tempting young girls
Unidentified
And non-existant without doubt
This wood
A speck on a map
I will never forget
It is my deathbed
And the place I was born
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