In misty woods where shadows breathe,
Bark-bound forms in silence seethe,
Moss-clad guardians, dark and deep,
Through fog and leaf, their secrets keep.

Their hollow eyes, a twilight glow,
Roots entwined where whispers grow,
With every step, the forest sighs,
Beware the gaze of ancient eyes.

Tread lightly here, where echoes cling,
Through haunted groves, where spirits sing,
For those who stray in shadowed light,
May join the woods before the night.