There is a place
Few dare to roam,
Its obscure dangers
Remains unknown.

The leaves and trees
Are nothing of the norm,
They cast a shadow
But have no present form.

In this domain
You are unwelcome,
For those who trespass
They Leave seldom.

Its sphere of fear
Lies wide awake,
Don't try to wander by
For whomever is at stake.

Your presence can be felt
Along the shady elm,
You are one step too late
From escaping the unknown realm.


ŠKeith Williams