Through shadows deep and whispers cold,
A boy did wander, young yet bold.
Beneath the moon, a silver thread,
He walked the forest, filled with dread.
The trees, like specters, stood in line,
Their twisted limbs, a dark design.
And as he trod on paths unknown,
The air grew thick, the winds did moan.
The night, a cloak of velvet black,
Had shrouded all in silence slack.
No sound but that of distant cries,
The fading breath of haunted skies.
Then from the branches high above,
A shadowed form, a sign of love—
Or ill, a warning sharp and clear,
A black bird perched with knowing leer.
Its eyes like embers, burning bright,
Spoke words that chilled the heart with fright.
It croaked in tones that none could shake:
"Danger." It whispered, "Danger, wake."
A pause—then silence, vast and still,
The forest stilled, the moon did chill.
The boy did stop, a quiver spun,
And trembled in the waking night undone.
The bird then fluttered, gone from sight,
Its warning lingering in the light.
No further word it spoke or sung—
Just "Danger," in the shadows hung.
He turned, uncertain, heart now raced,
The forest dark, a stifling place.
With every step, the danger near,
The bird's refrain was all he'd hear.
The trees, they whispered secrets old,The forest dark with tales untold.But none could know, nor dare defy,The bird's last word beneath the sky.
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❝𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬❞
PoetryIn this book, you will find gothic and chilling poems, letters and stories that will make the hair on your arms stand up with so much fascination and horror. Everything written in this book is my own. And it is my first book of poems and among other...
