Unbeknownst by the people,
A forest of sacrifice—like hell,
Coated with black smoke,
Where such wickedness dwells.

Be careful of the Trees,
Seems ordinary but hunted,
Fingers for leaves and;
Crooked arms for branches.

The flowers, you may ask?
Blooming with death,
Stay away—they can see,
Those milky white eyes—a threat.

Don't step on the grass,
Black, brown, nor gold,
Look closely, will you?
Yes, the hair of young and old.

The ground may seem smooth,
Squishy and brown like mud,
Touch it and slowly feel,
The stripped skin with blood.

Somewhere inside there,
A cave wide open appears,
You may walk and stay in,
If you wish to be eaten, my dear.

Strange howls at night,
Luring voices at day,
If they try to seduce you,
Run fast and pray.

©PeculiarPat34

I honestly shivered from reading what I made. What the hell was I thinking? Anyways, don't listen to voices only you can hear.

#StayPeculiar