In the tree, it is said
You will find many dead
The dead souls scream in the woods
Haunting, GRIPPING! TEARING INTO YOU!
Sometimes using mimicry to lure you in
Be wary for you could soon be a part of them
The Willow Tree is said to be the source
The reason this forest is most malicious!
It is said, within it’s bark
Lay the spirit of one so dark!
If you hear its moans & cries
You’d be wise to stray away
Lest you die!
Sometimes it offers riddles
Sometimes it offers new chances
Perhaps it offers the soul of your long since passed
Just one more chance to see them
Maybe even an eternity with them?
Heed not these words for if eternity is spent
Reunited in a place like this
You will find only torment & pain
A dark, twisted suffering!
Nothing in the forest of sorrow
Brings any good
The Willow Tree bringing the worst of it!
A man once disappeared within
His wife soon after wandering through…
Looking for him
He stood there, clear as can be
Looking full of life
Someone truly happy!
The truth was, he wasn’t him
Another twisted part of the forest within!
The woman followed him to The Willow Tree
There she found his torso, hanging from the noose!
Blood and entrails having disappeared
The tree and earth eating his blood
The inhabitants feasting on the rest
The Willow Tree soon sent others after the woman!
She ran, she screamed!
She fought as well as she could!
Still, her pursuers continued!
All along the way she saw her husbands ghost
Staring at her, smiling…
He looked happy enough
Though now she knew the truth
Still he smiled as though the truth would be news
She pressed on
Then she saw his death like an old film
Every tree she passed, acting like a slide
She watched her husband slowly beaten!
Seeing his flesh slowly ripped apart
The way the souls of the dead raped him!
They used his body to provide seed
Over & over continuously he screamed!
Then when they were done
They tied him down, torturing him, cutting slowly!
Bit by bit, brambles tore at his flesh
He was to be the next sacrifice for The Willow Tree
The torment went on for weeks
Till soon his body could not keep…
Laying there, being told how he would die
He’d be used to lure in his wife
They’d send him in dreams
He’d smile all along
He was their puppet,
She, their next victim
The Willow Tree needed to continually feed
It lusted after the souls it ended
The stronger the bond
The more sustenance it’d reap!
Beaten, broken, surely to die…
They hung him from the noose
Lifting him high up
Then finally, wrapping a barb laced wood
Around his waist….
They slowly twisted around his body
Sawing him in two!
At the height of his pain
They lifted his body completely
This was how the woman’s husband died
Still, she ran, trying to survive!
The forest itself pursued
Seemingly extending onward endlessly
Changing as it saw fit
Eventually however, she found a way out
How though, no one knows…
Wandering into the streets of Black Winter
Half naked & traumatized
She was taken in by a nurse who felt pity
There she sits to this day…
Eventually chronicling her pain
Sometimes she screams out in her sleep
Still watching her husbands reaping!
Here she remains to this day…
No way back home…
Her baby forever without a parent…
The child would have to be raised by family
The family would always wonder…
What happened to the missing parents?
So many questions, never an answer…
The Willow Tree now calls to the child
Hoping to lure them to Black Winter someday
Gaining the victim it missed in its mother…
Deep within The Forest Of Sorrow
Awaiting another victim,
There it waits…
-The Willow Tree-