Deep within where shadows dwell,
Leaves fall down as night’s own spell.
On the forest floor, a darkened brush,
Silent, grim, under twilight’s hush.
Ancient trees, gnarled and stark,
Guard the land where light fears to mark.
Beneath each step, whispers rise,
Air thick with decay, beneath cold skies.
A brook flows hidden, secrets deep,
Through banks where shadowed creatures creep.
Reflecting moon’s haunted light,
Mirroring a world so stark, so blight.
A clearing cuts through the dark like a scream,
Moonlight slices the gloom with its beam.
A grave lies watchful, under a tree,
Roots entwined with bones, too eerie to see.
Mists rise as darkness claims its reign,
The chill deepens, infusing pain.
Leaves rustle, a distant howl calls,
Her breath snags, darkness again falls.