THE FALLEN

Sherbrooke Forest | By Penny Whetton

 

 THE FALLEN

 

Tree branches bend,

scarred by age.

Beaten by the storm,

many hit the ground

amid piles of leaves.

Without a proper burial,

no one mourns their loss.

The fallen won’t be forgotten

as replacements take root

in the shade of the tall trees.

Sunshine filters through the forest,

lighting the way for the future.

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THE HOUSE WITHIN

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The wind blows through the trees,

ruffling the blanket of grass,

striking a path through the woods.

The path leads the way

to the house within,

to End House at Oasis.

 

THE DEAD GAME

TO HEAL A WITCH

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Or so they say.

I follow them into the woods

to the house waiting in the distance.

They roam at night

under the full moon.

The Dead walk among them,

or so we are told.

THE DEAD GAME

COLD FEAR

 

 

How did I come to be here?

Cold wraps around me in fear.

No matter how far I walk,

I can hear them move and talk.

Muttering curses on me

with 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.

FACE THE DEVIL

 

 

I walk in the dark woods.

Soft cries fill my ears.

The same cries of my nightmares.

I know what waits for me in the forest.

Goosebumps riddle my chilled flesh.

The evil one calls to me.

My heart beats to his drum.

He wants me to join him.

He plays for keeps.

I will go now

and face the devil.

 

THE DEAD GAME

DANCE IN THE WOODS

 

 

DANCE IN THE WOODS

 

Feel the wind in your hair.

Raise your arms in the air.

Sway in the dark.

Alone in the park.

Dance in the night.

It will give you light.

Dance with the moon.

The sun will rise soon.

Let loose, dance, sway, and bend.

Mother nature is your friend.

DANCE IN THE WOODS

 

 

DANCE IN THE WOODS

Feel the wind in your hair.

Raise your arms in the air.

Sway in the dark.

Alone in the park.

Dance in the night.

It will give you light.

Dance with the moon.

The sun will rise soon.

Let loose, dance, sway, and bend.

Mother nature is your friend.

HIS DARK FLAME

Longing
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He fills​ me with longings.

Cold as the night air.

He flies free in the dark.

But yet he returns for me.

I dare not go to meet him.

In the dark forest at midnight.

I must hold strong and steady.

I must remain with my own kind.

With whom I feel safe and secure.

And never venture into the woods.

To rekindle his dark flame.

I must hold firm​ and steady.

Or my light will turn to dark.

THE DEAD GAME

THE TREE

THE TREE
The tree appears dark and looming.
It could use some proper grooming.
I want to take a walk between its legs,
Growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.
By its rules we must strictly abide.
Imagine the secrets it must hide.
Come walk with...

 

THE TREE

The tree appears dark and looming.

It could use some proper grooming.

I want to take a walk between its legs,

Growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.

By its rules we must strictly abide.

Imagine the secrets it must hide.

Come walk with me in its deep shade.

Through the fallen leaves we will wade.

A canopy of leaves above our heads

As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.