Even though Halloween already passed a few days ago, I wanted to get the chance to write at least one spooky, darker story. I’m still trying to get back into the flow of writing, so I wrote it as a poem. For this one, I focused mainly on imagery and descriptiveness rather than plot. It’s not really scary, more just thought-provoking. I kind of went by ear on this, and just wrote whatever came to my mind. This is a work in progress thing for me, so hopefully it’s somewhat enjoyable to read:)
Malevolent Forest
Twisted gnarled trees
Hunched over like old crones
Animals hidden from sight and from sound
But with a looming presence
These woods have a spirit
Or so they say
A malevolent wind gusts through
And everything bends to its will
But for a child
Tiny as a doll
Stronger than a raging river
There is a lightness to the way she marches
And where she goes
Trees straighten, grow younger
Animals come back to life
The rotting path seems to become more visible
Under the pervading shrub
Which is strange because
Her hands are brittle
Lips blue
Her soul has almost left her body
She is searching for something
Which is hidden
In the deepest, darkest
Part of the woods
The heart
A witch’s hut, they say
She will eat you
Or make you a part of the forest
Something sinister and bitter
But no one has come back
To say for sure
The girl continues to walk
The small bit of sunlight
That the trees allow
Fades away to dusk
Suddenly
She can feel it
The heart of the woods
The trees crowd down around her
Their branches reaching to take her in their grasp
But she darts away
A fleeting flame
She approaches a shadowy waterfall
Crosses through the curtain of water
Into a damp cavern
She can’t see the top of it
And trees are even growing in here
It seems enchanting somehow
Like another world
She knows who is here
It is not a witch
It is not a person
It is a reflection
Of life
It haunts everyone, everything
A purple, dark, light
Without a source
Her shadow is elongated, strange
It seems to be moving without her
It is her
And it is not her
Where is the soul-stealer?
The child is dead
Trying to find her way back
To the world of the living
“You already know the way”
He says
She closes her eyes
A breath escapes through her lips
She is no longer in the forest
It is October 31
Somewhere in the world
Another little girl
Will never wake up
I found the image on: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/154248355958248835
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