.

There behind the thicket
where the beasties come to play
Lurking in the underbrush
and thorny mass decay

Drooling on the pathway
when the blood begins to seep
Eating pieces of your heart,
the fears they long to reap

Carving out a warning
in the dark archaic stone
Arches built of victims,
weathered vestibules of bone

Gathered neath the shadows
falling bleak the universe
Twisted, barely visible
the message fills the curse

Dare not seek what leads the eyes,
upon this sanctuary tread
None shall live to hear the cries,
echoes fall among the dead
Follow forth illumined way
truth to be your wandered path
Lead with kindness on display
or face the wicked aftermath

There behind the thicket
where the beasties come to play
It’s best this evening to beware
and look the other way