A Collection of Poetry

The Willow Woods

Above the woods.

The Angels rest.

Below the woods.

The Demons cry.

The wind that blows through the woods.

Are dreams of those, whom are still alive.

Secrets hide between the trees of the woods.

Answers run free with the falling leaves.

In these woods you and I would laugh.

But now it makes me cry.

Past the glistening stream.

And over the bridge.

Is where you and I might die.

The sky is dull and gray.

Teardrops from above, rain down upon us.

Glowing eyes watch us throughout the night.

I hold your hand tight.

Saying "We'll be okay."

For I feel we have at least one more day.

When the sun appears, from behind the clouds.

Sunbeams fall on our faces through the tree branches.

The Willow Woods is not a friendly place.

But I know when I'm not alone and with you, my friend.

We can keep up with it in a very close pace.

We will find our way out of this maze.

As long as you stay in my gaze.

The Light will guide us through the Willow Woods game.