The edge of the wood
Is where we dwell.
Beyond the reaches
Of a thicketed hell.
The looming tall trees
Tower over us all
Like phantom figures
Foretelling our fall.
Veiled in a thick mist,
Shrouded mystery,
The forest is full
Of haunted history.
Looming over us
As shadows from hell,
The forest becomes
Our abode to dwell.