HORROR Poem: Forest of Dread, by Ren Palmieri

A sharp song of the wind, shrieking through the twisted trees;
The knotted branches that wail within the breeze;
Rocky pathways scattered, alluring but dangerous.
I alone stare into this desolate abyss.

O’er me towers a shadow of unknown origin,
An ominous silhouette that is anything but porcelain,
Encourages me to walk onto this empty path,
And ensure I will never look back.

Wavering, whispering, willows in the woods,
Thousands of branches with mystical goods.
Swooping and soaring as if spirits rise,
A symphony of spirits haunting cries.

I stumble upon the empty path,
The silhouette stood waiting for my wrath.
Upon entrance do I sight
An unknown mystery with nothing bright.

Shadows of mortality, I sight a smooth stone.
Engraved in the markings, “come back to your home.”
A cold companion for the soul’s own place,
A silent way to mark down my days.
A chilling reminder of the path I have traced.

Engraved in such is frightening memorial,
Words etched in time’s ceaseless flow.

RIP
[REDACTED]
[MM/DD/YY] – [MM/DD/YY]

A vision sinister that can not be grasped.
A haunted specter that kept others masked.
Here lies my name, a marker divine.
A haunting echo was buried in time.

A venture to leave the Forest of Dread,
A poor wretch wandering through a hollow.
Ghosts and souls will forever follow.

Swiftly I roam and ponder about,
With each turn I turn astray.
This haunted forest, a realm of dismay.
A possession of mine I no longer hold,
An ominous silhouette, a companion bold.
Before I could grasp, I was in the silhouettes clutch.
A day of death’s final ambush.

Today I meet the graves embrace,
Today I lie without a trace.
Burrowed six feet under, my cries unheard.
A silent whimper, could it be simpler?

Time passes by without a wonder,
A gruesome fate was all I could ponder.
An underground burrow, death’s feast profound,
Foul decay as my life starts to drown.
A sickening refrain, a helpless man.

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