Deep Forest Poem by Zak Pearce

Gnarled bark and bitter leaf
Guard well the forest deep
And by the thorns, their tearing teeth
The shadows like to skulk and creep.

Whisped, whispering, moving, here and there
Behind the branches and twisted roots,
Sneaking whispies in stale, still air
Tracking sounds of distant boots.

Beware! Thy coach be followed here,
Thy path be mark'd as walked,
Footsteps plain in sight by which to steer,
Take care, friend, for thy tread is stalked!