Halloween is Close

(I'm not a poet, as you can tell, but I was in the Halloween mood today)

Terror in the Silence

Fear not the woods at night

when growls and snarls may cause a fright

Be brave and breathe the scent

of olden trees with branches bent

For of these woods you are a part

this you know within your heart

But walk the path with foot so slow

when forest sounds they dim so low

For evil comes without a roar

when stillness grips the woodland floor

Things that quiet beast and bird

will come for you without a word

Then run child do not stroll

lest the demons take your soul