INTO THE WOODS

 INTO THE WOODS

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Into the woods, I flee,

Yearning to be set free.

I don’t know which way to go.

I turn around, to and fro.

A light shines between the trees.

I peek between the thick leaves.

No one is along the path.

I can do the simple math.

It’s him against me.

I’ll never be free.

MEET ME IN MAINE

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

The trees of the forest shiver and shake.

Their long limbs tremble from the next quake.

Their bodies blaze a frosted white.

With tears frozen from their new plight. 

The world has become hard and cold.

My trembling body feels old.

I’m surrounded on four sides by white. 

The bright glare has blinded my sight.

White is the color of my nightgown

As I stand and shiver with a frown.

A shadow emerges from the trees.

I hope it is not him, pretty please.

My body moves forward against my will.

I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.

I dig my feet into the packed snow,

But I must go where the wind might blow.

WHO GOES THERE?

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Into the woods, I flee,

Yearning to be set free.

I don’t know which way to go.

I turn around, to and fro.

A light shines between the trees.

I peek between the thick leaves.

No one is on the path.

I can do simple math.

It’s them against me.

I’ll never be free.

THE DEAD GAME

Who Goes There?

Source:oxxxxxb

Into the woods, I flee,

yearning to be set free.

I don’t know which way to go.

I turn around, to and fro.

A light shines between the trees.

I peek between the thick leaves.

No one is along the path.

I can do the simple math.

It’s them against me.

I’ll never be free.

INTO THE WOODS

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Beautiful by Kevin Russ

The woods can be much too dark,

more than a walk in the park.

They can hold secrets so deep

you can see them in your sleep.

The trees can hide the bright sunlight

with shadows lurking in the night.

I wander between the trees,

someone find me, pretty please.

I will make a bed on the forest floor.

I hope nothing knocks at my woodsy door.

Dark surrounds me like a spoon.

I’m soon wrapped in its cocoon.

A BIT FEY

I walk with the living at day.

They do not hear I word I say.

They assume I’m alive like them,

But I’m stronger than any men.

I run through the trees,

Flying faster than bees.

At day, my true self hides away.

People believe I might be fey.

At night, I walk with others.

Closer to me than brothers.

“Who are you?” you might timidly ask.

Be careful, I’ll take you to the task.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

I BID YOU, ADIEU

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The forest torments me to no end.

I don’t want this to be a dead end.

Hot breath breathes close to my ear

as I make my way from here.

The woods are known to be haunted.

With dark whispers, I’ve been taunted.

I’ve passed this tree before.

I can’t run anymore.

The shadows are closing in.

The forest is dark as sin.

I must say goodbye to one and all.

It’s time to follow the bouncing ball.

The script has been written.

My neck has been bitten.

I bid you adieu.

A vampire, to you.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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TRAPPED IN HELL

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Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925

The forest grows dark.

It has come alive.

Wooden arms reach for me.

Roots uncurl from the ground.

Trees shake and dance

to the moans of the wind.

Dark shadows follow me.

Moonlight teases me.

I’m trapped in hell,

where the sun doesn’t shine.

THE DEAD GAME

DARK WOODS

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KENNETH BARKER

The wind whispers, ” Hello,”

to whom I don’t know.

I quicken my pace

to get out of this place.

Under the trees, I run

to a place in the sun.

I was at the beach,

within close reach.

But now I race in fear

that I’ll be found here.

“Take me out of here,”

I run fast in fear.

DARK PATH

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The puddles lead me

down a path

through the trees

into the deserted forest

where no man dares to tread.

JOIN ME

Join me in the woods.

It’s safe.

Don’t worry.

I’ll protect you.

I’ll protect you from other predators

so that you’ll be mine forever.

THE DEAD love their games.

THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

Time to smell the flowers.

Enjoy it now, for you don’t

know what tomorrow will bring.

THE DEAD GAME 

A FALL DAY

A beautiful fall day.

A pebbled path through the red.

Charcoal steps leading up.

Fantasies flow through my head.

The leaves lift off

Until the day turns dark.

I’m trapped inside

A red swirl in the park.

The rain trickles.

The wind cackles.

I flee for safety

On raised hackles.

The path is gone.

Night has come too soon.

The path is gone.

Lost in the full moon.