The Woods of the Forsaken


The echo of a child’s scream
rang clear in the woods.
The trees huddled together
whispering secrets of the horrors
that lurked underneath their canopy.
Fresh blood dripped from the leaves,
the dregs of a massacre
onto the rocks below,
the stench rising in the air crazed
the beasts with the dark eyes.
A pair of footfalls could be heard,
that of another abandoned child:
The prelude to the scream.

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