The Forest

A Poem by NikolasArn

One dark afternoon like a madman I ran
Through the forest where silence was kept
No words of hope were spoken, my will completly broken of fear and despair
The bride of the sky can not provide any light since her rays are denied by the darkness that once were laid over this place
Truly the mind can't understand, nor withstand what the shadows demand by those who stray from their path

The forest will misslead you from the path, and as you proceed trough knife sharp thorns, you will bleed from their deep cuts, and with inhuman speed, the hungry ones comes out to feed.

To endure the forest's allure, can only be done by the strong and the pure
It's children of old, still hungry, still alive, but yet deathly cold
Their beauty should not be mistaken for hope, you are damned and forsaken, to to gaze upon those who were taken from light, reawken in darkness to roam the shadows at night.

They were men, like you and I - but when madness stared them in the eye, they had to rely on the forest's embrace, and replay in gratitude when it called them home.

This is the story of when I ran through the forest where silence was kept
heed my warning, when the shadows are calling, with voices so charming, and faces so adoring, to stray from the path given to you by light, and claims that you will be forgiven from sins and haunting despair. Do not follow the children's crying -
Do not stop running.