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Lost in the Woods | Chanyoung Lee (11)

On a moonless night, in a place of darkness 

I wander in the forest, clueless of my surroundings 

The leaves crumble, and the owls remain silent 

Deeper and deeper I enter into the depths of the forest 


The darkness of the woods makes one numb 

The breeze of the night air, the fading of sight 

Amidst all of this fright, I can hear a faint scream 

I turn around to see what's there 


I see nothing but the fallen leaves and fragile twigs 

I continue to walk and cannot help but feel the unease of the darkness 

Something lurks within the forest that is compelled to follow me 

I light a small match, and a small flame illuminates my path 


I continue to walk, my light outcompeted by the ocean of darkness 

I hear more as I venture deeper into the forest 

Rustling of the trees, flickers of my flame, footsteps of the unseen 

I wonder what it could be, but regardless, I continue to walk 


At last, I reach a small cabin, the wood all darkened by age 

I enter, gait all stuttered, to seek some shelter 

The cabin is long abandoned and frozen by the cold 

I throw my match into the fireplace and light a greater fire 


As I sit down and enjoy the light, I can feel a certain gaze 

I fear turning my head, but curiosity forces me 

As I turn, I can hear the roof creaking and the wind growing 

I look outside the window, and I see a greater light 


The moon shines brightly and lights up all that is dark 

Its colors are as pale as they can be, with a pinkish tinge 

I hear a creak near the door, I stumble and flinch 

The door slams open, the cold air invading the comforts of the cabin 


My flame is extinguished, and the feeling of unease grows 

My eyes remain closed in fear of what there might be 

But at last, I open my eyes and see another set of eyes 

I try to scream, but my fatigue overtakes me 


I fall unconscious and wake up the next morning 

The darkness of the night is gone, and the gaze of the unseen too 

The pale light of the moon, too, has disappeared completely 

I pick myself up and continue to wander through the woods

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