It is a forest no living soul wants to venture into. Dark trees can be heard crying. Sinister screams that live under the mud, the bodies that couldn't be saved, the shattering pleads that no one could hear! Lightning hits the trees killing them. This is not a place of nature. It is a place of death.
Of the few that entered all that left was broken bones and body parts. They entered the forest with the expectations that they would make memories that would prolong, but instead were left with an intimidating dark cloud that hung over them. The sky rumbled and turned dark, a eery silence filled the forest. The smell of death was getting closer. The trees watch as the blood curdling screams fill the forest. A guilt free massacre, after all were not the angels you want us too be.
Demonic entities dig your grave as they send you into an early death. The smell of decomposing bodies fills your nose making it hard too breathe,what once was so beautiful is a graveyard everything in it either dead or disintegrated. The fresh smell of flowers that you loved is no more and has been replaced by a putrid one. After all if you play with demons your going too get hurt. This can never be a place of nature. It's a sad game called death.
