The Trees

It may be sunny but
There’s something dark out there.
I’ve smelled it in the bushes.
I’ve heard it in the trees.
Your trusty compass
Won’t work out there.
It will turn you all around.
It will only mislead.
Stay away from the forest
If you value your days.
Your darkest monsters will encroach
And turn your world to blackest maze.

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