Past the Forest
Through the trees
Lays in wait
A smiling face
I'd venture to see
Oh but that Forest
Those cursed trees
Bewitching
Stumbling
They'll leave you stuck
A massive rut
Full of monsters
Seeking to devour guts
Woe to the weary traveler
That challenges that terrain
Woe is the weary traveler
That enters monster's demesne
With twists and twines
And monsters pining
For demise
No sane one would try
"It's nasty"
"It's crazy"
"It's too much for me"
The world screams!
Even still
I won't be swayed
Danger is nil
To the gain
I'll always journey
To see
That smile
Even if the journ'
Takes eternity
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Pandora's Box
PoetryA collection of poetry inspired by everyday life, love, pain and heartbreak. Basically my thoughts and reflections. Each poem, a reflection of either the words in my heart, the words in my mind, or the words on my tongue. Almost always though, they'...
