The Dark & Deep Lovely Woods

The Dark & Deep Lovely Woods

They approach with caution,
The light glowing through the Birch.
The house looks ominous
Next to the black lake.

They have wondered,
For hours and days.
They feel the power,
Drawing them into the glow.

Does anybody live here,
Or is it just an illusion.
A figment of their hungered imagination,
The cold pushes them forward.

They know they'll find warmth,
Inside the ominous glow.
What else they might find,
Is an unknown factor.

But they press on,
Knowing they need to get out.
To get out of the open,
The open grasp of the Birch.

Their arms reaching,
In twisted motions towards them.
Snagging their capes,
As they press on through the dark.

They've walked so long,
Not knowing this place in the deep.
The deep & dark grabs hold,
Of their fears and anxiety.

They reach the pathway,
Only to find the shadow standing.
Standing before them,
With a grin of devilish playfulness.

The shadow makes no sound,
But beckons them inward.
Their apprehension gives way,
To the cold and hunger they have.

Looks of a fire,
Looks of food,
Looks of rest,
Within the glow of the ominous.

They are naive to what stands before them,
Moving by shear will.
The anxiety deepens in their brains,
The fear escalates higher.

But the hunger,
And the cold,
And the dark,
Shove them forward from the twisted arms.

They leer forward,
They glance at each other.
But the shadow beckons,
Beckons them to the warmth.

They step inside the ominous glow,
Enveloping them in it's warmth.
The warm can not be a bad place,
Warmth is a pleasant thing.

The cold is the horned goat,
That chases them through the Birch.
The warmth surrounds them,
Just like the shadow of one does.

The shadow closes them in,
Holding them to their anxiety.
It deepens as the shadow,
Blocks their way to freedom.

They have lost their way,
Through the twisted Birch.
Along the black lake,
Through the dark & deep lovely woods.