The Old Forestby Alnel Flores

Never I walked in the forest old <BR>Terror lies there and airs grow cold. <BR>Mists of fear in that woodland whirls; <BR>Cursing eyes in whirlpool wind swirls. <BR><BR>Daylight, birds chirp in dark mellows; <BR>Night comes unknown breeds’ roams in shadows. <BR>Foams in the flowing streams beware, <BR>Hazy claws of death conceal there. <BR><BR>Breathe of life in forest not known, <BR>There it whistles in stifling tune. <BR>Creatures of light none will linger, <BR>Day's not tarry nor hours alter. <BR><BR>Dwell not in forest old I may. <BR>Step not my feet nor will I lay. <BR>Scared I am of forest old, <BR>Where shadow lies and deaths are bold!