In shadows thick, where light won’t tread,
The Deep Woods whisper of the dead.
They call in voices low and deep,
From twisted roots where secrets seep.
They speak of lives the woods have claimed,
Of faces lost, forgotten, maimed.
A silent scream on every breeze,
A haunted song among the trees.
No stars will shine, no moon will rise,
To pierce the dark or still the cries.
The branches clutch with bony hands,
And mark the graves in cursed lands.
Enter here, and lose your name,
For every soul is bound the same.
In endless night, in whispers low,
They wait for you; they wait below.
The path will twist, the shadows weave,
Once you step in, you cannot leave.
The voices plead, “Don’t go alone.”
The woods are dark… and hunger-grown.
“Stay Away from the Deep Woods”
For every Halloween soul who tries,
The woods will take, and shadows rise.
The trees will reach, the dark will spread,
And claim you whole among the dead.
Beware the call, beware the cries,
For in those woods, no daylight lies.
Turn back, my friend, while still you can,
The Deep Woods wait… for foolish man.
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This is awesome, reminds me of the Black Forest. 🌳 no moon rising… perfect for that pesky new moon 🌑 ugh! lol 😆
Glad you liked it! The Black Forest vibe definitely fits—no moon rising makes it all the spookier! That pesky new moon always adds the perfect touch of mystery. 🌑 Thank you very much, Laura! I really appreciate it. I hope you have a great night. Happy Halloween! 🎃