Dark Forest

The rain has begun to fall as lightning strikes.

I hear whispers in the dead of night.

Standing there in the center of the forest.

My body begins to shake and quiver.

Shadows peek out from behind the trees.

Slowly screams start bellowing towards the sky.

The moon is stained blood red.

In stillness I lower to the ground.

The mud stains my knees as I bow my head.

The screams become closer as the shadows move about.

The moisture in the air is heavy yet light.

Dark silhouettes now surround me with their screams.

In my hands lays a light that is bright.

Holding it close to my heart.

The screams are in my ear.

The rain is falling and the lightning has faded.

The whispers in the dark have now become a scream.