The Woods
Late past midnight in the mixed pine woods
an uncommon road used by those who thought they could
a traveler drove on the muddy windy dirt road
through a twisted woods down a path less strode
As the car drove through the winds of the pine wood roads the trees rustled as they should
smoke came tumbling out the hood
the car slowed down something wrong it began to whistle
and it slowly came quiet among the leaves and thistles
The traveler got out and there he stood
his only option was to put up his hood
as the wind grew stronger, pine branches more rapid and rain began to patter
the man departed into the dark foggy woods
Within the woods he found a house alone
one room glowed warmly through the window's tone
for his next task he understood
toward the large cabin that by itself it stood
With no choice other the man paced over
the wood steps of the porch grew closer
the man's hesitant creeps were slower
but with the slower steps towards the dark porch steps it was harder for him to maintain composure
He crept up the porch stairs towards the heavy rounded door
he was out of the woods so he pulled down the hood he wore
for he understood the way out the woods
was to continue down the path he had chose before
Knock Knock Knock. He banged on the door
he knocked one last time before he would turn on the deck floor
he stood for a while but came no answer
prepared to return to the woods to search once more
The door creaked open but inside still black
he yelled out hoping to hear something back
the man peeked in cautious if he should
but the silence remained in the house alone in the woods
With some hesitation he stepped inside
within the house was a hallway with doors open wide
he closed the door and began to scour
searching each room in the dark grim wood tower
At last he reached the candle lit room
with the window out to the pine wood gloom
Thud Thud Thud Thud. Footsteps thundered across the timber floor
within the room the man turned to where he was before
He shoved his way back through the dim dusky mansion
toward the door now the thuds in unison
the footstep thuds flooded closer
the traveler's muddy shoes and clothes dripping water puddles on the floor
the sounds of lightning struck outside the front door
No choice of where to go the man took pace
thuds following behind the mam, he braced but raced
the thuds of the steps turned to squelches in the rainy mud
until he reached his car from which he'd scud
He stood wet looking at the front hood
it had been put back down with no sign of deed good
but with no delay or indecision the man got in and ignited the car as he would
the end of his shortcut in the thick dark pine woods