Wicked Woods
By Kirra H
Published 1 August 2024
Wind flushing, stars twinkling,
Hazy twilight beyond the dark eerie trees.
A face in the distance stands tall and thin,
Staring me up and down with an evil grin.
A gust of wind blows the leaves,
To reveal more faces in the breeze.
The faces are not lurking in the breeze,
They are hidden in the trees.
The trees are the ones hiding the faces.
It is simply as harmless as a book.
It makes me so curious I don’t want to look away,
To ruin this moment that is today.