An ancient evil
Lurks here,
Wandering amongst
Gnarled oak and cypress,
Waiting,
Circling,
Hunting
For a lost traveler,
A weary soul
To serve as easy prey.
Darkness masks its steps,
A moonless night
Perfect camouflage.
Relentless,
Pervasive,
Enveloping all
In its unyielding grasp,
A caterwauling demon
Whose cries
Induce terror
In the bravest heart.
~~~Written for this week's prompt over at Poetry Jam, which asked the question, "Where is your forest?"
13 comments:
Oh, my, Mary..so ominous and shivery. This certainly induced terror in me as I walked through this forest.
I love the words you used in this poem to make it truly frightening, Mary. Especially 'caterwauling demon.' Definitely sounds like a nightmare to me or, if not, those thoughts that go circling late at night when one CANNOT sleep!
oy that darkness is always waiting for those tired and weary....great use of words too caterwauling is such a fun one...smiles...
Those dark spirits waiting in the moonless night are chilling ~ Hopefully our hearts are brave to withstand the terror ~
Happy day to you ~
Great poem, Mary. Those last four lines are scary!
The epitome of a scary dark forest. Nice emotion evoking, Mary!
Forests have always scared me, and yet an intriguing curiosity too, nice write
Wow! You took the forests and turned them into something sinister ~ and for many I believe they are. Nice writing!
A chilling write Mary....forrests can have a scarry feel to them...especially at night.
oooooooh! LOVE this, Mary!
what an exquisite example of setting a mood!! brilliant!
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Oh me! I felt to be really in a forest..chilling...
Wow, very scary indeed, Mary. Quite effective and definitely NOT something I will want to read shortly before visiting a shadowy forest! Excellent.
Mmmmm...wouldn't like to be abroad in there on a dark night...
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