This story, told in 5 poems, originated in a nightmare I had three years ago, that scared me so terribly that I remember the dream vividly - even now. I end the poems with an essay about the woods, and a look into the Greek spirit Achlys, the Darkness of Death, death-mist, a despondent being created even before chaos.
It's. Just. Plain. Scary.
These, I believe, are the best poems I've ever written.