Hurried the silent wind
Like that ghostly rider
To the deathly tree it grinned
Making the solemn path wider
This forest is drenched with blood
It has had all cruelty
Passers drown in the deathly flood
It is the devil’s city
The wandering spirits shriek
The headless creatures play
The animals here are freaks
There is no light or ray
It is fed by the river of the dead
The mountains of doom surround
As fruits the trees have heads
Of humans who went here and around
The eyeless witches dance
Around the statue of the crow
They eat the organs of man
And plants of hell they sow
Even sun avoids this place
Of blood is the only rain
The headless surreys race
The atmosphere is of pain
This place is worse than hell
There is no damn escape
The devil wants to sell
Even he can’t bear this rape
The werewolves here never transform
The vampires never sleep
Arises here a storm
Whenever those witches weep
Busted hearts are piled
Half eaten by some creature
All the freaks here are exiled
Only brutality this forest features….
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