In the Woods. by Armourus on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

In the heart of the forest, where the shadows breathe,
A soul lies shattered, beneath the twisted trees.
Once a man of light, now a ghost in despair,
He haunts the darkest woods, lost in endless prayer.

His voice echoes through the night, a mournful cry,
Wailing in the silence, where no one hears him die.
Bound to the ancient curse, forever in pain,
A prisoner of sorrow, in the midnight rain.

Shadows of the forsaken, trapped in the black,
Crying for salvation, never coming back.
In the maze of the night, where no light will dare,
He waits for the lost ones, in the cold, dead air.

Wanderers beware, of the path unmarked,
Where the whispers lure you into the dark.
He calls from the hollow, with a voice so sweet,
But his touch is poison, his embrace, deceit.

Eyes like burning coals, in the endless black,
A soul ripped asunder, there's no turning back.
Feel the grip of the trees, pulling you down,
Into the grave of sorrow, where all are bound.

Shadows of the forsaken, trapped in the black,
Crying for salvation, never coming back.
In the maze of the night, where no light will dare,
He waits for the lost ones, in the cold, dead air.

Beneath the moon’s pale gaze, he stands alone,
In a forest of grief, where no hope has grown.
He waits for the wanderer, the broken and weak,
To feed on their fear, to silence their shriek.

His laughter is thunder, his tears are rain,
A symphony of torment, a lullaby of pain.
He pulls them down, into his hollow den,
Where shadows dance, and dreams meet their end.

Shadows of the forsaken, trapped in the black,
Crying for salvation, never coming back.
In the maze of the night, where no light will dare,
He waits for the lost ones, in the cold, dead air.

In the heart of the forest, where the shadows reign,
A soul lies shattered, in eternal pain.
A warning in the wind, a curse in disguise,
Beware the broken soul, with hollow eyes.