In the forest
The darkness dwells
With limited lights
The quiet sound
Put up a camp
Living outdoor with
nature
Beware of the crawlers
They will come
alive
You can play
intimacy
Far away from the
preying eyes
In the forest
surrounding
You better watch
your moves
The band of bad
angels
They may want to
take control
In the forest where
they dwell
They are the lords;
others have to obey
We hear of stories
Of spirits lure
away lives
They walk deeper
into the forest
They forget where
they are
In the forest
Of darkness dwells
Don’t call my name
Don’t call your
friends’ names too
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