the woods have an enemy

they open for everyone

including their enemy

 

it thrives for its prey

wandering, denoting itself

 

as evil.

 

It hunger for evil

for it

is evil

 

leave the leaves

for its hidden vines

hold your ankles

 

extricate your legs

before your arms take their place

run from the woods

for it has no friends

 

only enemies

 

The woods whisper words.

Ever enticing words.

to draw you in

to allow you to want more.

 

The woods are poetry in motion

but a scheme unheard of.

all its own.

 

The poem beneath the leaves

will devour the wood's enemy

like a fly trap

 

its prey unsespecting of the

danger

 

For

at the end of the day,

at the end of the trail,

in the depths of the woods,

at the end of the poem,

 

you are the enemy

but it is too late

to leave the immortal leaves.