Dank wood
Black wood
Grim fog clings to bark
A loss of all that’s good
Covered by the dark
Limbs stretch through the cold
Trunks twisted and cruel
A thicket vile and old
A copse of silent ghouls
At midnight they stir
Branches transmute to spurs
Roots begin to shift
The treeline starts to drift
They glide on through the peat
Ghouls searching for meat
The scent of lilac on the breeze
As you are eaten by the trees
Your eyes freeze
Ripped to shreds by the trees
Your heart stops
Torn apart by the copse
Your life ends
As your limbs start to transcend
Your soul is lost
You have joined the cannibal copse
Dark wood
False wood
By the day the trees pretend
Hiding where they’ve stood
Branches reach and distend
Demons disguised by dark spells
Murdered men forced to rise
At night is when they dwell
They shift their shape, convert their guise
At midnight they stir
Branches transmute to spurs
Roots begin to shift
The treeline starts to drift
They glide through the peat
Ghouls searching for meat
The scent of lilac on the breeze
As you are eaten by the trees
Your eyes freeze
Ripped to shreds by the trees
Your heart stops
Torn apart by the copse
Your life ends
As your limbs start to transcend
Your soul is lost
You have joined the cannibal copse