In the Forest’s Maw
Turn your steps where shadows sleep,
Into the forest, dark and deep.
Where danger waits and paths betray,
And traps lead wandering souls astray.
Beasts roam wild with hunger raw,
Their paths are marked by tooth and claw.
Where cunning rules and courage wanes,
Dark prayers are whispered through the chains.
Beneath the boughs where light decays,
The branches sigh through ghostly haze.
A hollow hell lies close and still,
’Mid thorn and brush and creeping hill.
A hush hangs heavy in the air,
Save when the beast roars from its lair—
Its cry shakes down the midnight ground,
A dreadful voice, a savage sound.
It prowls until its thirst is fed,
Its maw with blood and terror red.
Through tangled vine and tripping root,
The brave press on—grim and resolute.
A narrow way where shadows blaze,
There burns the beast’s unholy gaze.
Its breath is fire, its eyes aflame,
Its heart no one could ever tame.
Then silence falls where bones are kept,
Where serpent coils and death has slept.
Its tongue a blade, its gaze a chill,
It guards the grove of ancient ill.
Its body bloated, thick with prey,
It stirs when hunger comes to play.
A crown of death upon its brow,
It rises—none may face it now.
It moves with force, with death in tow,
A shadow cast where none should go.
WoPoLi 
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