Walking up to the old gravel path,

The wind's whistling, sounds like laughs.

Howls of the wolves,  under the moon,

The owl hoots, like a warning something is going to happen soon.

I grab the gate trying to be silent

but the squeaking sounds so violent

The owl takes off with a fright,

wait!! is that eyes I see in the forest of moonlight.

I'm mesmerised by these golden eyes,

begging me to go and spy.

Before I know it, I'm in too deep, trying to see,

What is this magic, that has a hold of me?

The eyes have been replaced by a hypnotic sound,

taking me further along the forest ground.

I come to a halt at a beautiful steam,

Those golden eyes are in the water causing a light, to be seen.

I lower my head for a closer look,

sudden a hand grabs me, and into the water I'm took.

The eyes no longer golden but black and dull,

this creature was ******* away my soul.

Then just like that, I was back at the squeaking gate,

but now I'm just an empty shell, without my soul mate.

Crimson liquid flows
Your entire body slows
Death's numbers will grow

Head wishes to rest
Shut down, reset, to day one
Learn to live again

They plant their bombs,

On paths that lead the way,

destroying anything or anyone,

who stops them ruling the day.

Telling the young they will be heroes,

If they throw their lives away,

Yet they hide behind closed doors,

Never participating in what they say.

Tell them you love them,

tuck them safely up at night.

Tell them to have sweet dreams,

until the morning light.

Tell them stories of times gone by,

let them know they were the apple of their mother's eye.

Show them how to love,

like you showed me,

be the dad you always promised to be.

Tell them about the birds and bees

I really shouldn't laugh,

but I always imagined that one, would be down to me.

Don't be scared when along comes their first crush,

just think of me and you,

our folks made such a fuss.

When the time comes and they ask about me

tell them our story,

how our love came to be.

They will be so proud of you ,

I know this,

because I was always proud of you too.

Tell them you love them,

tuck them up safely at night,

Tell them about the stars,

when they shine real bright.

Tell them stories about you and me,

Tell them in their hearts I will always be.

A blanket of gold
swaying in light summer breeze
source of food for all

Everlasting light

radiates all around you

pure as an angel

You all know about the house in the woods,

Well it wasn't really made from sweets and all things good.

It's really made up of people's souls,

their bodies left to wonder the forest no longer whole.

They try and scare the children away,

because they know too well what happens if they linger and stay.

The witches cooking up dark magic inside,

using it to keep them alive.

They pray on the child's imaginative mind,

As they know curiosity kills our kind.

Everybody loves to check out the story,

looking for some glory.

To be the first to prove it a lie,

but til this day, it hasn't happened because all have died.