My friend, my father along with his friend and I went to the forest to get some wood.
A hanging flock of sheep welcomed us inside.
To and fro, the horses galloped,
As the trees' eyes glared at us.
Long forgotten, they rose from their slumber.
A bond, yet so perplexing,
Ropes were tied here and there.
A gory spectacle unlike any I had seen,
A flock of sheep most vexing.
An errant gale blew past my ear:
"Stare at them not, for they are beyond your understanding."
Naive I was, I closed my eyes,
Hoping that imagery would soon disappear.
Unscathed, we still went for lumber.
To and fro, the horses galloped,
As their empty sockets glared at us.
Decomposing, they fell back into their slumber.
Poetry by drFrostxI
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Written on 2025-11-30 at 08:20
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A hanging flock of sheep welcomed us inside.
Sheep, Ropes, Trees and Carriage
Amidst the forest's heart, we went for lumber.To and fro, the horses galloped,
As the trees' eyes glared at us.
Long forgotten, they rose from their slumber.
A bond, yet so perplexing,
Ropes were tied here and there.
A gory spectacle unlike any I had seen,
A flock of sheep most vexing.
An errant gale blew past my ear:
"Stare at them not, for they are beyond your understanding."
Naive I was, I closed my eyes,
Hoping that imagery would soon disappear.
Unscathed, we still went for lumber.
To and fro, the horses galloped,
As their empty sockets glared at us.
Decomposing, they fell back into their slumber.
Poetry by drFrostxI
Read 20 times
Written on 2025-11-30 at 08:20
Tags Nature Eerie
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