𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 (𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲)

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬

As cold as a dead man's hand the small dried up branches like bony fingers as if a hand was reaching out of the tree saying one last goodbye to this world as it slowly faded into another, the gentle breeze of the forest wasn't much comfort because it was chilling a subtle warning to leave the place but I ventured on. I walked a little longer and it was there that I saw a small bloody corpse of a magpie that was slowly being eaten by a group of screaming crows before I knew it, it was midnight. The moon which had shone brightly in the sky now had a strangely mysterious look buried beneath a cluster of thin wispy clouds. The sounds of the birds screeching echoed through the empty forest. I was all alone. Despite that I had a sudden feeling that someone was now behind me and looked down to find a silhouette of an unusual shape in the shadows I turned around slowly...
-Alex