The past hid itself well,
deep within the Sherwood Forest.
Life wasn't true,
but it was dark.
Very dark indeed.
The wood was full of whiney shrews, and
snipes that stalked and stayed still
behind trees.
Day slept too soon.
That's when the nightmares seek.
Baring their sharp silver teeth,
to grab at the happy children that leaped.
These creatures watched,
looking on at the gloom
they had brought to villages.
Thick branches whisked and whacked from
heavy blows of wind.
Here, on these very cobbles, was where
boots did their work of trade.
Stomping back and forth,
boots of all sizes traveled far,
to places unknown to our maps today.
We didn't know it then,
what life had offered
our feet. We were but two friends
eager for adventure.
Dancing playfully under a starry night.
Utterly ignorant of the rotted dead
under us.
A dreadful sight.
