Beware! If wary ye be.
For the woods hold sights which to see.
While deep in their heart.
I gave up a start.
And heard sounds which in woods shouldn't be.
I lent up myne quavering ear.
And beheld sounds no hiker should hear.
First with a moan.
Then with a groan.
And lastly with a sharp whine of fear.
I stood in my tracks.
My gait had grown rather lax.
The fear was beginning to grow.
My pulse it raced.
My fingers they traced...
the air as I got ready to go.
As my boot hit the freezing soil.
I began again my Sisyphean toil.
I heard from the trees.
A cacophony! A wheeze!
And a curse that set my blood to boil.
For it is as they say.
Approaching the first of May.
When lovers may fuck where wind nips.
But think ye on this.
And answer if ye wish.
Was that whine brought forth from human lips? (38,788)
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