Night Screams

Secrets are shrouded in the rising mist

Cool comfort is carried on breeze through trees

Drawing curious into make-believe

Where everything is apt past the abyss

Upon entry the tree limbs groan and hiss

Reality shifts to what you must see

Vast possibilities are conceived

Fantasyland provides your vital bliss

Captured deep in the hungry forest’s grip

You run and scream; yet you cannot escape

Caught up in the loose twines you do trip

Vines climb up your legs to wrap around your waist

Pulls you through leaves into the earth you slip

Further down into the nightmare embraced

In response to this week’s Picture it and Write.