Woodlands Way

Waning daylight fast fades to grey, upon this windswept moor

Obscuring what lies ahead, through a pine forest, below a tor

Ominous thoughts may be alert and even find time to ponder

Dusk is settling though and the path leads beyond, to yonder

Lichen's sprawled from tripping roots, to embracing branches

As a lost soul wanders in spent needles, falling in avalanches

Nothing's alive in the rotting petrified wood, of crystallized sap

Death only lingers here, as it always does, in an illusion's trap

Someone's ensnared and they'll not escape, it's insanity's toil

Within this dark domain they'll desiccate, as they feed the soil

And for anyone lost on the other-side, beware the fading grey

Yet if they choose the path ahead, it's just the woodlands way