The Forest Of Lies Poem by Kelly Boutin

There are elves in the forest, the forest of doom, and werewolves that howl at the moon.


There are goblins in the forest, the forest of gloom, and strangling darkness from morning to noon.


There's drooping fungus, sickly smells and deformed creatures from the pit of hell.


There are pits of quicksand, pools of fire and demons and skeletons, in the murk and mire.


There's no one around to hear your cries, so don't go there, unless you wish to die, Don‘t go to the forest, the Forest of Lies