11 April 2012
In the forest dark and eerie The sun rises, dull and dreary Trees with faces long and leery Ghostlike figures wander weary
All falls silent under moon Creatures wail their lonely tune Victims long for the safety of noon The killing hour's arriving soon
Under watchful eye of owl Creatures moan and scream and howl The tree twists into ugly scowl The stench of flesh and blood most foul
In The Woods... • Opuss № I