There is a tale often told of a forest haunted truth,

Was told many years before, way back in my youth.

If you go in yon forest tis likely you will never return,

And your where about’s no one will ever learn.

Ancient ghosts roam the darkness, where the train tracks disappear,

Angry of their disturbance, angry their lives lost, drawing you near.

But not just the ghostly apparitions, poltergeist if you will,

No, much more horrors await, terrors such that send shivers and chills.

It has been told of a transparent train filled with a massive amount of gold,

But at the eerie blow of its whistle, enough to make the warmest blood run cold.

It travels at a speed such that so quickly you lose sight and sound,

But it can capture your soul, your thoughts; lost and never again found.

You will never attain the gold, though they tease and taunt,

The voices in the forest promise dreams of anything you want.

Your deepest desires, “Come, come inside, we want to give,”

Do not fall for their tricks, a normal life you will no longer live.

They will trap your soul, a lifeless creature, thoughtless brain,

Forever in their forest, now one of them, forever to remain.

Never living long enough to know what goes on, what you become?

Stay away from The Haunted Forest and the voices that beckon, come.

Cynthia Clark