Forest Left Cursed (Old Piece) Poem by Ryan Joseph Holder

A silence roars
Upon the hills
The midnight air
A cooling chill
The cool damp smell
As strong as can be
the sky's wide open
Beyong what I see
The air is free
The leaves are damp
The moon burns bright
Like a lighten lamp
This place is sweet
This place dispersed
This place is hollow
This place is cursed
This place is nothing
But an outer shell
But deep inside
It's chaos and hell
Every sickness
And disease
Every thing disturbs
Nothing to please
Torturous yells
Echoing screams
And when you sleep
You no longer dream
The forest beyond
The world of revenge
But can this be real
In this world of pretend
In this place
Lives no man
On this tortured, deadly,
Cursed, Land!