The Forest Whispers

The twisted trees that guard the way

Have tried to keep you out

Their roots like claws in sodden clay,

Their branches bent with doubt.

They whisper warnings in the breeze,

In tongues of bark and bone,

But still you pass between the trees

And walk the path alone.

The fog grows thick, the daylight dies,

The earth begins to groan,

With every step, a thousand eyes

Are watching from the stone.

The wind turns sharp, it tastes like ash,

It sings through teeth unseen

A lullaby that splits and slashes

Like razors wrapped in green.

Your name is etched in moss and rot,

The soil speaks it slow,

A memory the forest caught

A hundred years ago.

The twisted trees begin to sway

A creaking funeral hymn.

They tried to keep you far away…

But now you're part of them.