A 28 line poem written for the Writer's Cramp prompt, 10/31/19.
| Not The Wisest Choice
Not the wisest choice to wander
in these deeply blackened woods;
to all the tales that have been told -
listened well, you should.
Instead you came out walking,
treading upon my land;
fool you were, for honor,
it ensures I make a stand.
Out now in the clearing,
you have no option to escape
for I will be before you
no matter which way you should take.
Not one word needs to leave my lips
for you are horror-struck,
entirely in my power
for your very feet are stuck.
I'll loom right up before you
and then I'll appear to grow,
you're captive and you cannot flee
from raven, rook and crow.
When every tiny piece of you
is something truly haunted
we'll take a step to let you leave,
no moment now not taunted.
I'll permeate your every thought,
I think that you will find
that taking those so foolish steps
has gone and cost your mind.