The light,
It tries.
With it's bright jubilance, attempts to penetrate the dark chaos within the crowded forest. It is daytime,
But within the clutter of pine and evergreen,
There is no light.
And as the darkness swallows everything in it's path,
The monsters roam freely.
Their screams,
Earpearcing, unbearing...
Yet unheard.
Bouncing from tree to tree until silence takes over.
Echos mean nothing.
Visions unclear.
Thoughts become clouded.
And that little light,
It tries.
But even the smallest spec, eventually disappears,
Within the ever-growing chaotic forest.