There are bears there.
A boy I knew went there and never came back.
He would be forty-two now.
It is completely dark there.
You could get lost.
I am afraid of the dark.
Some say that trolls walk the wood
At midnight, forty-foot trolls
With green, luminous skin, and slimy scales.
They can eat a man
Like a child munching a carrot.
It is quiet in the forest. Too quiet.
Something bad must be happening there.