The woods aren't so bad once you get used to them. The dirt, the trees, the living creatures around you. At least you know you're not alone.
The wolves cry at night. They found their next ****. It is now dawn, twas not I.
The river runs cold at sunrise. The wind blows steady. Stagnation. Soak it all in. Take a look around at the creation of God. Lest not into temptation. Else the view is turned upside down. She doesn't seem to understand. I hear a snake.