Stories To Tell

Sneaking through the woods nothing to be found,

You hear something crack you take a look around.

Nothing could be better nor' worse.

But you, being rolled away in a hearse.

 

The night got darker within the hours,

You see nothing but the trees that are like towers.

Nothing in front of you but someone in black.

you didn't know what to do but fear is what you lack,

 

The man is all white with no face you walk to.

not knowing what to do,

He was taller almost as tall as the trees,

you hear bells that ring in threes.

 

You can't stop or even speak.

It's like you're what he'll seek.

In a game, you will not win or lose but you will survive the nights,

the bells in threes again are nothing to what do in the fights.

 

The night went dark stories to now tell.

about a man with no face who has you under a spell.

The night went by you walked out of the trees,

only hearing the bells of threes.