Hour after hour
step after step.
The wilderness is watching,
it draws me into its depths.
On and on I stumble,
and all the birdsong dies.
Darkness drapes it's velvet veil
down slow before my eyes.

The stillness takes me over,
mosses quiet my footfall.
I feel the groaning aeons
for which the mighty branches sprawl.
Then suddenly I look up,
in fear I turn my head.
The hair on the back of my neck,
stands sharply up in dread

and a voice I cannot see
creaks and whispers to me:
"Here no paths exist for you,
no footsteps leave or follow through.
Here the weight of night gives way,
only to boundless mists of day.
Here the trees strangle the skies,
and hungry earth in waiting lies.

Here the gloom exhausts all sanity
face-to-face with your humanity
Here your fears gather in swarms
and haunt the soul in ghastly forms
Here the vines await your neck
the roots covet your mortal wreck
Here the psyche falls apart
entombed within the forest's heart"

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