The Woods

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These woods hide dark tales,
All you can hear are terrible wails,
When the sun slips in the sky,
Don't even try to cry,
Picking your way through the brush,
All around you a disturbing hush,
Branches snapping, or bones cracking?
Tripping over a stray root,
The darkness needs a new recruit,
A hand reaches out and closes in,
You never had a chance to win,
You never should have came,
You only have yourself to blame.

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