The Dark Forest

Silent of trees,
Shadow from bed.
Lies on the Sea,
To rotten dead.

Bear to the light,
Bear to the soul,
Nothing escapes,
This wicked goal.

Now the leaves that store,
Then comes before you.
Branches slowly creep,
In skeletal view.

Keep in iron mind,
Discard such black fear.
Stride that keeps you blind.
Block the crown of tear.

Stray to the light,
Never look back,
The dead tonight,
Comes slowly track.

If you escape,
Forget of them,
Remember life,
To honor them.

Art: ivalice04 by VanRipper


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