Lie here beside me while I spin a tale of sorrow. Of demons stalking in this forest deep.

Darkness crawls.

The time is late and darkness crawls from crypts acrumble. Shadows lengthen, shutters barred, their souls to keep.

But once I braved this road in youth and folly. Alone ‘cept my trudging steed.

I’ve witnessed moons of blood and cries of madness, Wicked beauty moving through the trees.