Dark Forest Poem by Troy Clark And Neal Simons

Blackened roots,
Twisting and turning,
Slithering over the carcusses of the dead.
The dark and hollow trees
Both corrupted and defiled,
Their twisted majesty standing before corpses and creatures alike.
The red-eyed raven,
The evil crow,
The fallen angel with wings of woe.
The blood-red rivers
With demonic fish
The vicious bears
As they rip out their flesh.
The darkness sneaks slowly
Towards the helpless doe
To add it to corpses
That lie below.
Purple flowers and dark leaf plants,
Flourishing across the black dry ground,
Forever nourished by the sorrow of the blood-weeping dead.
The light of damnation
And the screaming against the cold winds
Forever mark the vast territories
Of the Dark Forest.