I step into the woods
Trees are tall, and horrors await
My arms soaked in blood, because I saw no other way
Creatures roam these woods, damned here eternally by iron
They cry and beg, pleading for a way out
But there is no hope for these horrid beasts
The trees have eyes, watching every move
The blades of grass have lips, they bite and they bite
They chant and mock; such terrifying sight
These woods speak, torture everyone in it alike
And there’s always the sight of a beautiful man
A man, near but far
He has wings of an angel, but dark they are
I try to approach, I think I’m not here alone
Maybe this gorgeous man can help me
Oh how I wrong, I never knew I could be
The foul beasts, the creatures with 2 horns
With eyes wide and blank, their tears are blood
They beg me for help, clear them of sin
They grab and grab, touching my skin
Their mouths wide, their jaws unhinge
They open their mouth, and try to pull me in
And as I’m being consumed, and I manage to break loose
But then, Lord there is a shadow of a moose
It is giant, and it’s cries the same size
It gallops and gallops, chasing me away
I’m left to wonder, if I’ll see heaven one day
So I run towards the gorgeous man, with dark angel wings
I get closer and closer, and I of course close in
When I finally approach him
And we lock eyes
He unleashed a disgusting smile
And there I stand, paralyzed in fear
He unleashes a mighty laugh, that murders the ears
The landscape transforms, the beasts initially crying, now laughing.
The grass turns to red sand
The trees turn to pillars, coated in flame
This is no longer a forest, but a palace laced with shame.
The beautiful man with dark wings, transforms into a horrible figure
2 massive red horns, and a mouth that could erase all
His teeth yellow, but almost humanlike
His wings fall off, and spreads sharp ones instead
He has many eyes, but they are all blank and lifeless
And then he says in a voice, mimicking my own
Run child, it is time to atone.
The sky turns red; I sprint away
I beg for heaven, I wish for it to be today
The man who was once beautiful but horrible, scolds and mocks
Welcome to the afterlife, where you may roam
Forget not what I said, it is time to atone
There’s much fun about, yet there will be no doubt
That this is punishment, where torment shall sprout.
I make it to the end, where I first entered
Yet what remains is only a giant mirror
And I look in, and put my hand on the glass
And I don’t even see me, all that remains is a beast
Horrible horns, horrible eyes, and horrible horrible wings
But when I look in the mirror, my eyes aren’t there
Only hell stares back, and welcomes me in.