Blackened roots, <br />Twisting and turning, <br />Slithering over the carcusses of the dead. <br />The dark and hollow trees <br />Both corrupted and defiled, <br />Their twisted majesty standing before corpses and creatures alike. <br />The red-eyed raven, <br />The evil crow, <br />The fallen angel with wings of woe. <br />The blood-red rivers <br />With demonic fish <br />The vicious bears <br />As they rip out their flesh. <br />The darkness sneaks slowly <br />Towards the helpless doe <br />To add it to corpses <br />That lie below. <br />Purple flowers and dark leaf plants, <br />Flourishing across the black dry ground, <br />Forever nourished by the sorrow of the blood-weeping dead. <br />The light of damnation <br />And the screaming against the cold winds <br />Forever mark the vast territories <br />Of the Dark Forest.<br /><br />Troy Clark And Neal Simons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-forest-3/
