Haunted Forest

Vines snaked across the deserted path,

While water spread, just like a bath.

Far reaching branches beckoned people to turn back.

The haunted forest is willing to attack.

Hollow trees reach out to the clouds,

as the wicked and poisoned flowers bow.

The powerful master casts spells,

on tourists nearby who dwell.

Moss engulfed the trees and the living,

its soul is sinful and unforgiving.

The wind, on the other hand, is kind and sweet,

always singing a chime that becomes a tweet.

When the day comes to an end,

her melodic tune then defends.

She goes to the evil and then befriends,

the forest laid still once again.