The fleeting forest, so misty and perilously dark
Replete with mysteries and shadowy figurines;
After evening they do lurk
The boulevard of trees, their heads bent down in fear-
Straighten your ears and you’ll hear
Swift movements, treading the soft red soil,
Look closely and you may see your one true nightmare
Death comes easy, torture its fare
‘Do you know what freedom is?’
Is it the feeling the crisp yet fiercely cold wind, lashing on your face
Or is it the byproduct of what remains after you’re dead?
The forest, fleeting, grazing the eyes by the seconds
Making ominous sounds of territorial virility
No one was welcomed here, run as fast as you could drive
Who was that fleeing across the vision in a flash?
The heart skips a beat; as the forest reveals itself to you
Bit by bit with every passing second,
Morrow is an uncertainty, rocking in the strong arms of today
As the car speeds on, your only hope is that it does
Until the fleeting forest ends-
For the fleeting forest is no place for men and women alike
Only the wild reside here; obscured in deathly green
Search the fleeting forest, and you know what a disaster this could’ve been.
Image courtesy- Myself