Dark Forest

Behold my child
don’t run in the night
the path ahead you is dark
and strange creatures lurks in the shadows
the woods of fog is dressed
like a bride at the church
white veil in her face you can’t see very well
hear at the bells carefully
and find a way out before they find you
because mercy there is not
for those who doesn’t belong
hear at the whispers
they coming closer...
your blood runs cold
you’re sweating fear
paralyzing fear strike you
oh, poor child, why did you go
look behind you, they got you.​