There was something familiar with the
blackened woods I stumbled through;
a desolate place I’m sure I do not know.
Was I remembering a dark past, seeing a
future most bleak, or just wandering a
place in nightmares I’d dare to never go?
The spread of barren land I traversed,
was charred ash and thorny bramble;
no life therein was to be found.
In a haunted phantasm awake, I slowly
accepted my dire fate, forever trapped
in this hell of death I was bound.