It is but a tragic fate to die an unfortunate death-a matter of contemplation.
What is there is but silence amidst the fog and the vast seemingly endless sea of trees.
Sad it is to depart alone with only but tears and broken promises to accompany them in eternity,
and there within the forest of Aokigahara all the lost poems rest in abysmal perpetuity.
Dim place
The silence is deafening.
The sight gives an eerie impression.
Smell of volcanic loam in its organic form.
Thick forest conceals the ground of sufficient light.
A windless venue of deserted land.
Dark forms dwelling inside.
Lingering shadows of unknown entity.
A place of desolation- a limbo for the soul.
The Trees
I
Of all the things in the stories of the old,
It is the grand old trees of Jukai they always told;
from their very presence amidst the earthen cold,
lies those spirits to which it hold.
II
Eyes that stare-a feeling that is,
from those dark things hiding-hiding amongst the tree.
There’s an air of torment,a sense of apprehension,
surrounding the forest of perpetual apparition.
III
Pray that you may not see such a sight,
of those decomposing remains hanging on broad daylight.
In those branches that appears sturdy-a gallow for the lost soul,
where the noose has been tied strongly and melancholy took its toll.
IV
Tree branches coalesque to form a roof so impermeable it is,
shading the vast flooring to which the heavenly sight was concealed.
Souls of the distressed , their sufferings lays unheeded,
pertaining to the Yūrei –the one who seeks and gone astray.
The Yūrei
I
In the silence of the night a ghastly mourning can be heard,
over the dark forest to which the trees cover the land of those desecrated.
Rotten corpses of those agonizing souls found their earthly repose,
within the trees hanging on a noose or at the ground where they are deposed.
II
And so the Yūrei finds their existance not in heaven nor in hell,
but rooted on the place to which their earthy forms fell.
They try to wail and scream an anguish no one can tell,
the spectre looms in melancholy, in the hearts of the woods they dwell.
