INTO THE WOODS

 

atraversso:    Beautiful  by Kevin Russ     The woods are mysterious.  Who knows what lurks inside  the dark shadows?  Are there spirits or ghosts?  Evil waiting to pounce on  unsuspecting victims?  Or maybe there’s just beauty  and warmth.  And maybe a deer or two.atraversso:    Beautiful  by Kevin Russ     The woods are mysterious.  Who knows what lurks inside  the dark shadows?  Are there spirits or ghosts?  Evil waiting to pounce on  unsuspecting victims?  Or maybe there’s just beauty  and warmth.  And maybe a deer or two.atraversso:    Beautiful  by Kevin Russ     The woods are mysterious.  Who knows what lurks inside  the dark shadows?  Are there spirits or ghosts?  Evil waiting to pounce on  unsuspecting victims?  Or maybe there’s just beauty  and warmth.  And maybe a deer or two.atraversso:    Beautiful  by Kevin Russ     The woods are mysterious.  Who knows what lurks inside  the dark shadows?  Are there spirits or ghosts?  Evil waiting to pounce on  unsuspecting victims?  Or maybe there’s just beauty  and warmth.  And maybe a deer or two.atraversso:    Beautiful  by Kevin Russ     The woods are mysterious.  Who knows what lurks inside  the dark shadows?  Are there spirits or ghosts?  Evil waiting to pounce on  unsuspecting victims?  Or maybe there’s just beauty  and warmth.  And maybe a deer or two.atraversso:    Beautiful  by Kevin Russ     The woods are mysterious.  Who knows what lurks inside  the dark shadows?  Are there spirits or ghosts?  Evil waiting to pounce on  unsuspecting victims?  Or maybe there’s just beauty  and warmth.  And maybe a deer or two.atraversso:

 

The woods can be much too dark,

more than a walk in the park.

They can hold secrets so deep

you can see them in your sleep.

The trees can hide the bright sunlight

with shadows lurking in the night.

I wander between the trees,

someone find me, pretty please.

I will make a bed on the forest floor.

I hope nothing knocks at my woodsy door.

Dark surrounds me like a spoon.

I’m soon wrapped in its cocoon.

ICE COLD FEAR

 

How did I come to be here?

Cold wrapped around me in fear.

No matter how far I walk.

I could hear them move and talk.

Muttering curses on me.

But faces I cannot see.

They surround me on each side.

There’s nowhere for me to hide.

I must get out of here soon.

Before the next full moon.

THE DEAD GAME

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ICE COLD

 

 

The landscape is cold and bleak.

I’m beginning to feel weak.

 

Ice is melting in my shoes.

I’m getting the winter blues.

 

I can’t find my way from here.

I had thought the town was near.

 

I’ve been walking for days.

I’m in some kind of daze.

 

There’s a break in the rocks ahead.

I hope they don’t leave me for dead.

 

My friends have to come back to me.

Rocks and trees are all I can see.

 

My friends are in the park playing ball.

I didn’t have to be afraid at all.