The Dark Forest Poem by John Ackerman

out near the dew on the ground frozen cud
deep darkened worms with maggot infested insides
the forest was hidden from the actual view from the stream
one step we took until we reached the entrance to this vast domain
green cloven briars on the sidelines permeates the brevity inside
rocks of scructured hallow cloven parchment
one step at a time we would climb in its dwelling
perhaps this is the place where Indians tread
dark ellusive columns of grand vestibules to discover
was it any wonder the sun radiated on its sphere
at last a wooden sctructure could it be a sign
the place where little fairy's & hobbits used to frequent
as I came closer to the dwelling there was an opening
but only scratched the surface of what lieth beneath
smoke had started to come forth from below
perhaps this was a doorway to Hell
there it was a lively dragon with scorching flames through its habitation
a dark figure approached me I wanted to run
but the voice insisted that I stay & pray
so I neglected to turn around and leave
with emmemse sadness there was new gladness
for the figure was an angel sent down from heaven
I glanced at the dragon who was now snearing in my direction
in a flash it was all gone & left me inside with a song
within my heart there beats a hidden melody
living in the forest of the land of make believe