Cryptics' Fabled Tales

Warped Forest

Perilous through warped forest of wielded trees,

none speaks native tongue as like one of own human need,

incapable – I am reluctant to be – of leaving this treachery;

Vines rush to gain upon ground at my swatting feet,

to gaze warded light between ragged limbs, assurors trickery should groan at ones' reach,

matted thorns ensure escape to cleverly cover mine heart: immaculately;

One: as I, spills freely imagination upon leave scattered smut floors,

to waste one of such filled creeps should not be ignored,

my heart implores –

World contributes creativity while coinciding for more.