Category: Get Lost In The Woods

III : An ominous voice.

Henry, Oh Henry… Frantically, I whipped my head from side to side. Where was the voice coming from? Completely submerged, I’d drifted down into the depths of the quarry, where this deep, resonating voice confronted me. It was omnipresent, vibrating the water all around…

II : A thoughtful present.

He, The North, Cuts the brush; His Eastern entourage Tailing that familiar rush Of said sweet Southbound trail • Soaring spirits flying high, yet, marred By echoes haunting this final evening quest Now you must run fast from an impending scar Sunset coming, leaves…

I : A foreboding note.

It began with a poem, that looked like a note, left on my bed by a person unknown: Heed this warning, woodland wand’re While quick to Spring You’re soon to Fall. Leaves that change for Winter’s shadow, Will sing this song, My Summer’s son:…