The Mystic Forest

A mystic foggy land

Leaves of trees rustling through the wind

Wolves howling to the bright red blood moon

Crickets cackling and hiding

Smells of ash from previous fires

Owls cooing to the birds as a sign for them to leave

Sticks crackling from the cold footsteps

Home of darkness

Place of loneliness

Birds screaming for help from the swooping owls

Full blood moon shining towards the trees

Turning them into dark shadows