Forest of HorrorsA Poem by NikoleanIf you just sit and listen, you can hear cries in the night. chilling screams, and terrible stories. If you just listen hard enough, you could hear the tales of the forest of horrors.
Deep in the forest,
chilling screams can be heard. Deep in the forest, terrible sounds can be heard. Deep in the forest, dark beings can be seen. Deep in the forest, nothing is as it seems. The Witch of the Night lies in wait, waiting for her next prey. Waiting for the next unfortunate little girl or boy, that ever think of entering the cursed depths of her forest, her territory. Tonight, once again, another pure-hearted child scampers around, afraid of the dark, afraid of the unknown. The Witch Of The Night smiles evilly, her crooked teeth straightening, her ugly face becoming beautiful. And she steps out of the dark glades, stepping in front of the poor, pure child. The child whimpers, cries, and runs into her arms, thinking it a safe haven. But as soon as he enters her arms, she coils her scrawny limbs around the body, the warm body of her next victim. Coiling like a snake, she holds the child, ignoring the protests of the tiny being, ignoring his screams of agony, his flailing arms. Her stomach slowly opens to reveal rows and rows of tattered, rotting teeth. And as she sighs in ecstasy as she begins to feel life flowing into her limbs. But suddenly, her eyes fly open. She tries to scream in alarm. She is unable to move. She twists, turns, churns and stares in horror at the thing in her arms. A tiny bite mark could be seen on her collarbone and she cries out in pain. The hunter had just become the hunted.
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1 Review Added on April 7, 2015 Last Updated on April 7, 2015 Tags: forest of horrors, horror, poem, poetry, creepy, death, witch, thing, dark, forestm darkness AuthorNikoleanAboutJust a student looking for solance within their words. Irregular activity. more..Writing
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