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The Forest Edge

Story 8/40 in The Forty Weeks Challenge

By D. D. LeePublished 21 days ago 2 min read
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Only darkness lay there

A place filled with mysteries and unknowns

He stood there, staring, taking in the sights

On the forest edge

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From the shelter of his home

Percival had heard it there

Something familiar, something strange

On the forest edge

~~~~

Then came a calling,

He heard another calling

His mother called, “Percival Dear”

Come back, back away from that forest edge

~~~~

In the darkness of night

He would gather the trash

At his home that sat, not too far

From the forest edge

~~~~

He had always been wary of it

Fearful of what may lie within

Never knowing who or what

Sat in wait, behind the forest edge

~~~~

He dared not stray too far from home

Nor venture close

There were hauntings there

On the forest edge

~~~~

He moved with haste

Percival worked fast-paced

To get back inside

Safe away from the forest edge

~~~~

But it called to him

His name carried in the wind

“Come here to us, with us here”

Here beyond the forest edge

~~~~

Mother watched from the window

Sat watching her son be swayed

Drawn in closer yet still

To the forest edge

~~~~

Percival had seen them there

Creeping and sneaking there

Running up and down

They ran all around the forest edge

~~~~

“Come here to us, yes with us”

“Percival. No dear! Not there.”

“Please. No son” mother cried

As Percival moved steadily closer to the forest edge

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"Yes Percival, come closer still

Listen as I call to you

Follow my voice, let it guide you here

Here with us on the forest edge"

~~~~

Percival fought and refused

But with all his might he could not turn back

Each footstep meant a second sooner

He’d be lost to the forest edge

~~~~

It was the fear in him

He feared the worst

That had to be the explanation for it all

What he heard, what drew him near, to the forest edge

~~~~

There was no fight great enough

No cry loud enough

Any refusal strong enough

To keep Percival from the forest edge

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Now he stood idly there

Right up against the darkness

And it greeted him there

Mother, still watching from her window

As her son disappeared beyond the dark, forest edge

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Inspiration for this story/poem came about one night when I sat in my room staring at the forest behind my house. I allowed myself to fall into the tricks of my mind. As the shadows swayed and shifted, I envisioned beings scurrying up and down the forest edge. Some stood still, others retreated into darkness. But, all were ominous and mysterious.

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  • Sandra Tena Cole18 days ago

    So evocative x

  • Lost to the forest edge, drawn in by shadows of the trees and nature..

  • The Dani Writer20 days ago

    A unique infrastructure of poetic storytelling. You have elements here that are quite compelling.

  • This was beautifully done! It felt like a lullaby that itself was drawing me into the forest edge. Nice touch!

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