Prevalent in these, woods are some strange rituals;
of unknown deities, and unseen Daemons!
Tis where they, do not hack down fraternal prey;
tis where they, do not devour brethren in mindless affray!
Tis where you shan’t find, splattered entrails and crushed souls in a grind;
tis where you shan’t surmise, your own’s demise!
But in these woods there is a lingering disease;
of cloying love of a seething peace!
These woods stink of perfection and a silent abjuration;
of life of strife of a will to survive!
These woods are abstruse, of elation in wound of joy in bruise;
these woods are divine, of blindness in the brightest sunshine!
Here you may lose your way, letting your imagination astray;
here you may live a bit fine within a clockwork design!
Tis a wondrous world where you reside;
garnered by death darkness and a glorious divide!
Please visit it more often than not;
for here is where all ends is brought!!!
