Which of The Woods

Reads: 168  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about a lustful legend that haunts the woods. Enjoy!

Submitted: November 19, 2015

A A A | A A A

Submitted: November 19, 2015



The night was quiet, 
The moon shun clear, 
The woods were dark, 
Riddled with fear. 

A crow flew among the trees. 
Her eyes had a golden shine. 
The crow soared through through the sky, 
Letting out it's haunting cry. 

The crow landed on a stone, 
And slowly started to turn 
From a black, ominous bird, 
Into a beautiful girl. 

A boy was passing through the woods. 
He saw her smiling there, 
He had no way of knowing 
He'd become her pray. 

He was bewitched by her beauty. 
He couldn't look away, 
Some parts of her body were red, 
Others purely pale. 

At it's root her hair was back, 
But red from shoulders down, 
Her eyes were wide, and pupil small, 
And iris yellow-brown. 

I don't know where the boy is now. 
I don't what she's done. 
But if you see her in the woods, 
You better start to run.

© Copyright 2018 TheLoneWanderer13. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments: