What Nature Fears

One fateful night, dark brooklets reflect the field of stars
In a forest lit by the Moon
Suddenly I'm on a path unknown to me
Like a tunnel made of trees.

Soon I realize, no living thing has left a trace
In this abnormal place
And when I look up, I can not believe
What I am about to see.

One by one the stars fade out
Nearby streams are left in drought
Leaves they have now ceased to move
And shine did not dare the Moon.

Pitch-black darkness circles me
Not a foot ahead I see
A strange feel frightens me to bone
I realize I'm not alone.

Even nature fears what is sleeping here
Pure evil it is that dwells near
No life around it exists
In pitch black darkness it persists.

I left the woods and never came back
Never spoke again of what I saw that night
I wish to forget, wish to be forgotten
That thing in the woods is not from this world.