Don't Go Into the WoodsA Poem by Chrissie MuldoonA poem from the perspective of a self-appointed protector. Sometimes, the scariest monsters are right in front of us
Don’t go into the woods my love,
for you are wanted here. The trees are many and the night is long and you would become lost, I fear. Here, you are warm and comforted against the darkness of the world. Here, I can look into your deep, brown eyes and smell your hair, dark and curled; that I might stroke your neck and feel your skin, watch the breath move in your chest. At the very idea, my heart surges madly and my thoughts, they do arrest. Don’t go into the woods, my love, for monsters lurk within. Both in places well-trod by Man and others, where none have been. These fiends and ghouls take many shapes and might catch you unawares. Their charity and softness drawing you in, though already trapped in their snares. Others stalk and watch from shadow, their predator gaze unbroken. Their teeth wish to sink into your flesh, your veins, they crave to open. Don’t go into the woods, my love, as Death should surely find you. Creatures of sin that lust for your soul, with their darkness, they shall undo your goodness and trust with fear and pain, your vibrant life with hollow demise. They will lick the blood from your torn open throat as light drains from your angel eyes. They shall suck your spirit as if marrow from bone, and gorge themselves on your terror; aroused and feverish by the thrill of the hunt and revelling in your error. So don’t go into the woods, my love, for I want us here alone. I wish to watch you in your unchecked ways, my presence to you unknown. I shall stare wide eyed at your beauty and drink in your luminescence. I feel honored just to be near you, validated by your presence. Because of you, I have found purpose in this world of which we reside. I am your protector and shadow forever; none will ever push me aside. No one but us shall be in this place, for your life long, none but we two. I shall not permit anyone past this door. No love but mine shall be true. You are mine and mine alone, just as I am yours. And though you cannot hear or see me, this love of ours endures. So bolt the door and draw the curtains. Keep out the darkly prying eyes which watch you, my love, from the trees. Your safety, their stillness belies. And as you lay you down to sleep, I’ll be close and keep you secure. And as I crawl out from under your bed your tranquil rest I will ensure. You belong to me, my beauty, my heart, and by none, shall I be crossed. So don’t go into the woods, my love, for without me, you are lost.
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11 Reviews Added on February 9, 2024 Last Updated on May 21, 2024 Tags: poem, horror, forest, monster, monsters, alone, cabin, cabin in the woods, manipulation, trigger warning, rhyming poem, cautionary tale AuthorChrissie MuldoonBelfast, Down, United KingdomAboutHI! I'm a Canadian who is living in Northern Ireland with my equally Northern Irish husband :) I'm a theatre school graduate with a diploma in acting and playwriting, and currently work as an online E.. more..Writing
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