The mists softly caress your face
Calling your name
The trees rise up
Catching your legs with their roots
The path slips
You quickly loose all orientation
There is only blackness

Your hope fades
With each step
Your will to live
Deserts you
You feel yourself slowing to a stop
Your life is stolen by the mists
All you know is trees and dirt
They know no love
No feelings but cold embrace

All is as will be
Nothing
Why should you ever leave?
What more is there beyond the trees?
The forest wants you

It always
Takes
Its own