Hiking here and there. Strange things I've seen. None more mysterious as Stairs in the wood. Have you seen yonder stair? Such a sight, dare not climb. Drawn to its strangeness. Mystery abounds. Here in the woods. It should not be. Straight from a house. Or so it seems. Some have seen the other side. And lived to tell but a few. Many never return. Most have trouble. With horrors unknown. Broken, sick, and weakened. Many stay away, some know why. Tell the new ones this way go. Time on top is not the same. Farther it goes, we know not where. Some are white, some are brown. No matter the color, touches only the ground. Makes no sense, these sights of sights. Stairs in the wood. Misplaced and strange. Will ever be an understanding? Of these flights, just one or two. Most stay away, stories they lived. Lost kids too they take. No mercy these stairs give. Hardest to see, perils not fake. Don't assend, strange things do come. Again, return unscathed only some. Out of all the weird here in the wood. None such as these, stairs in the wood.