Writer1326

Deep into the forest,

when wolves howl at the moon-

you'll be wanting to leave soon. 

Midnight is on your doorstep,

as you take your time, strolling-

through the hours of night,

As a storm rolls in,

something sinister begins-

to stir as the land cools,

preparing for the ruthless winter. 

Beings of the unknown come out to play,

When night descends onto the land, 

monsters terrorize the once peaceful minds-

of the souls who inhabit the Earth. 

The wind screeches as it dances through-

a vacant castle, once full of happy warmth,

Whispers of the wind brush past me,

Kicking up the fiery leaves,

As the trees begin to make a sea-

of dead leaves, creating a painting that weaves-