The forest was deep, deafly-quiet
When first I stumbled almost blindly through;
A dense darkness, engulfed me
Causing my heart to faint;
Her embrace as death hands;
Like a sarcophagus, too, her ghastly grasp;
But all things else about its scary form
From gnarled branches sticking out;
To creepy whispers, rustling leaves,
To haunt, to frighten, grabbing me.