I have been here thrice in time
Reposing to a favored twisted tree
Overlooking the city lights
Passing by the ruined gate
At the end of a darkened corner untouched by time...
Deep within bramble and willow
The legend states a haunted place
Abandoned, yet filled with twisted minds' impressions
Within those walls, echoes through mind and mirror
A whisp of the eye...
Travel through the gnarled road
Appearing through mist on the cliff's edge
Sometimes there, sometimes not
Saught by the living and the dead...
We are the phantoms haunting this place
Grim and shadowy forms in the night
Creating the myth, legends in the minds of men
At one with the nightmares come alive...
By the trapezoidal pillar
The Devil's Tree branches forth
With gnarled tendrils into stone
Twisting roots burrow down to Hell
Blackened figures gaze at those who pass
Staring down with gleaming eyes
Perched and seated, primed to strike
Living demons take their lustful prize
Distant voices in the night
From the darkness dismal lights
Formless hands touching cold
The sense of stalking presence olde
Forboding to those who walk The Haunted Forest...