The rain falls gently down.
Hallows be the trees drown.
Entering the dark thicket.
Ricocheting sound across the fence picket.
Intertwined ivy strangles the plants.
Visions strangely enchant.
Empty woods cast a shadow.
Riveting lightning sets the trees ablaze.
Frolicking animals stop to gaze.
Lilacs show their beauty shallow.
Opening leaves bare teeth.
Whispering wind can be heard from beneath.
Silence henceforth ensues at dusk.
Blooming flowers once were, are now just a husk.
Lovers gaze upon thick trees unknowingly oblivious.
Over the hills, the valley below runs endlessly.
Often seen and forgotten it flows.
Devils prey on the one who knows.