The Wood of Secrets

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Heed the warnings ye who enter here,



'Tis not a playground, but a place you should fear,



For these be the woods of the one-eyed beast,



The place whereupon your soul he shall feast.

Submitted: January 22, 2018

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Running feet smashing through the dry, frail leaves,

Desperate lungs dying to breathe,

Beads of sweat dripping from his forehead,

If only he'd listened to what the elders had said.

 

There is but little shelter in this ocean of trees,

Nowhere this beast cannot see,

Fleeing without direction, no desire to look back,

For fear of his world being turned to black.

 

Not a thing in sight,

no hut, no shelter, no way to fight,

Just the dead of the night,

And the eerie rustle of the trees under the moonlight.

 

Can it be,

A dilapidated house he sees,

With nowhere to go,

He takes refuge, hoping to stay low.

 

With hesitation, he gently pushes open the door,

A grotesque stench emanates from beneath the floor,

Not a single soul can be seen,

Although 'tis a place where many have been.

 

The house sleeps in total darkness,

The only light from a flickering candle so heartless,

With every step, the house cries in such pain and horror,

So many who entered, oh so much sorrow!

 

Just when all seems clear,

The sound that instils such fear,

The aggressive hum of that chainsaw,

He's returned... For more!

 

The beast grunts, moans and shouts,

Infuriated that his prey is not about,

For he is hiding in the closet of the killer,

His body shaking, his mind beginning to wither.

 

But fear overcomes him,

His bladder simply gives in,

The stained floor becomes damp with urine,

The killer smiles, gazing up with immense fury.

 

His huge hand reaches in,

Grabbing the man's fragile neck, finally another big win,

He is at the mercy of this beast, no way to fight,

The killer's grip tightens and with one strong squeeze, the man's neck cracks... The end of his life.

 

Down into the basement, he goes,

Another fine specimen to put on show,

Another soul who fed this beast's sin,

If you ever come across these woods... DO NOT COME IN!


© Copyright 2018 James William Cooper. All rights reserved.

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