Beware The Crimson Forest Poem by Catherine Casey

Beware the Crimson Forest
Its wolves are in disguise.
The bears are all the taller.
You’d be better to be wise.


The poison pen enticements
Were handed out for free.
'Come and have your dreams fulfilled.
Find the ‘Me’ in Me, Me, Me'.


The path that leads there’s cushioned.
The music oh so sweet.
All designed to snare you
As your conscience takes back seat.


The nearer you approach it.
The warmer it becomes.
The forest of delusion.
As a trail of syrup crumbs.


Ignore the signs of grandeur
It’s all a feeble ruse.
A state of mis presumption.
Win the battle when you choose.


So once you’re on the threshold
Of Crimson Forest trees,
It’s pretty much concluded
That you’ll soon be on your knees.


Adoring while in shadows
The rows of teeth prepare –
The moment unassuming
To be taken unaware.


Steel your eyes and try to find
The clearing in the gap.
The only hope inside there.
An oasis in the trap.


It's said the clearing saves you
And no other way exists.
A light inside the darkness.
More effective than your fists.

You may be very lucky
To realize in time.
Of warnings once relayed
And the solving of a crime.


To not have paid attention
In the first place at all. -
Beware the Crimson Forest.
It's a cataclysmic fall.


Though hideous the creatures,
Sure footed find your way.
They'll chase you without mercy.
They'll snarling blood for - bay.


The clearing in the Forest
(A fortress once within) ,
Protects you till the Master
Of The Light returns to win.


Beware the Crimson Forest.
It seems we're all there then.
Oblivious of clearing.
Of the what, the why, the when.