Nobody Sleeps in the Wood Tonight

The woods loom dark, a foreboding shroud,
Where terror reigns, and fear's allowed,
A place where nightmares roam and play,
And mortals tremble, night and day.

The trees, like skeletal hands, reach high,
Towards a moon that hides its eye,
The wind whispers secrets, eerie and cold,
As darkness stirs, young and old.

No soul dares venture, come night's fall,
Lest they face horrors beyond recall,
The wood's dark heart beats with malevolent might,
Crushing hope, and snuffing out the light.

In twisted groves, the damned souls sway,
Trapped by ancient, evil sway,
Their whispers weave a haunted spell,
That draws the living, to their hell.

The creatures of the wood, grotesque and grim,
Feast on fear, and revel within,
Their eyes aglow, like embers bright,
As they stalk prey, through the endless night.

The trees seem to shift, and twist, and turn,
Their branches grasping, like skeletal yearn,
The wind howls through, a mournful sigh,
As if the wood itself would cry.

No fire burns, to ward off the night,
No light pierces, the wood's dark sight,
The shadows writhe, like living things,
As horror reigns, with wicked wings.

A chill creeps, up the spine so fine,
As the wood's presence, begins to entwine,
The mind with fear, the heart with dread,
As nobody sleeps, in the wood tonight, instead.

The darkness pulses, with a life of its own,
A malignant force, that's grown,
The wood's dark energy, infects the air,
And drives all sanity, beyond repair.

In this forsaken place, no peace is found,
Only terror, that surrounds,
The wood's malevolent will, holds sway,
And crushes all, who dare to stay.

Yet, some brave souls, with hearts aflame,
Dare to confront, the wood's dark name,
With flashlights bright, and hearts aglow,
They venture forth, into the wood's dark woe.

But soon, they find, themselves lost and alone,
Surrounded by horrors, unknown,
The wood's dark magic, confounds their sight,
And fills their hearts, with endless fright.

Their screams echo, through the endless night,
As the wood's horrors, take their delight,
In tormenting souls, with cruel glee,
And ensuring none, shall ever be free.

And when the dawn, finally breaks the night,
The wood's dark spell, begins to lose its might,
The survivors stumble, from the wood's dark heart,
Forever changed, by the horrors they've parted.

Their eyes sunken, their souls worn thin,
They vow never, to enter the wood again,
For in its depths, they've seen the face,
Of pure terror, in a wicked place.

Thus, the wood stands, a haunted monument,
To fear and horror, in perpetual torment,
A testament to darkness, and its might,
A place where nobody sleeps, tonight.

For in its shadows, horrors lurk and creep,
And mortal souls, forever shriek and weep,
In the wood's dark heart, where terror reigns,
Nobody sleeps, and horror sustains.
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