The Old Forest
Never I walked in the forest old Terror lies there and airs grow cold. Mists of fear in that woodland whirls; Cursing eyes in whirlpool wind swirls. Daylight, birds chirp in dark mellows; Night comes unknown breeds? roams in shadows. Foams in the flowing streams beware, Hazy claws of death conceal there. Breathe of life in forest not known, There it whistles in stifling tune. Creatures of light none will linger, Day's not tarry nor hours alter. Dwell not in forest old I may. Step not my feet nor will I lay. Scared I am of forest old, Where shadow lies and deaths are bold! About the Author: I'm a graduate of ab english. my favorite past time is this, writing poems of different themes- that depends on what I feel. my favorite type of poetry are sonnets of shakespear and spencer. I love the wrks of woodsworth especially his poems. I am avid fan of J.R.R. tolkiem and I love all of his books! Source: www.isnare.com |