The Whispering Wood

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Just a poem I wrote out of the blue. :D

Submitted: October 03, 2011

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The Whispering Wood

 

 

Ye reach your sombre village, panicking, out of breath,

This thing is worse than ever, worse than any you have met.

 

Alas, it is not over, Ye scream as he comes near,

He nearly tastes your flesh and can already taste the  fear.

 

Through the sprawling forest, no tiny spritely feeet, 

Far from towns and cities, no roads, no parks, no streets.

 

The creature is contented , and is not far from sleep,

If Ye are ever in the forest , you must watch for this creep.

 

In the Whispering Wood,

Wind back time if Thee could.Through the sprawling forest, on tiny spritely feet,

Far from towns and cities, no roads ,no parks, no streets.

 

Ye children leap through branches, in the Whispering Wood,

Ye should not have come this far, wind back time if Ye could.

 

The creature is near, oh-so near,

He hungers for flesh, can almost taste the fear.

 

Ye hear him a running, Ye too must run, run away! 

Ye should not have come here, not ever , not today.

 

Ye reach your sombre village, panicking, out of breath,

This thing is worse than ever, worse than any you have met.

 

Alas, it is not over, Ye scream as he comes near,

He nearly tastes your flesh and can already taste the  fear.

 

Through the sprawling forest, no tiny spritely feeet, 

Far from towns and cities, no roads, no parks, no streets.

 

The creature is contented , and is not far from sleep,

If Ye are ever in the forest , you must watch for this creep.

 

In the Whispering Wood,

Wind back time if Thee could.


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