The unsung story of a forest,
All happened in a mystical setting,
A forest where citizen feared,
Once you enter, there is no way out.
The forest led to a maze,
Shrubs scored the dark nigh sky,
Coppice gates leading to a deadly place,
Where no humans had ever succeeded to pass.
Crows sung their eerie lullaby,
Making owls flee from their shelter,
The song woke the dead,
Bringing the past century alive.
Behind the broken coppice gates,
Laid a bed of tombs that
Hides the secrets of the last century.
Cobwebs choked the tombstones of the dead,
As a symbol of its abandoned state,
Once a tomb comes alive,
The world would be invaded by the past century.
