The forest that wasn't always haunted

I hear the crumble and crunch of the leaves.

The howl of the wolves.

The swish of the branches.

Running through the haunted forest.

The screams of the people who were already taken.

The branches choked every person who walked by.

Then you realised you can no longer breathe.

No longer.

The trees which were once full of light,

The branches who used to be kind,

The leaves which people thought would always have colour,

Gone. 

Because of you.

And the damage you caused.