The dark silent woods

The silent dark woods.
Black except for a flicker of blue
From the thing that calls itself
The night sky.

As we walk
Searching for our car
We sink deeper into a silent terror.
We won't get home.

Wolves in the shadows.
They haven't eaten in days
Because man has killed off all their prey
And they are hungry.

Owls in the trees.
Watching us through their haunting eyes
Disliking our presence.
Plotting their revenge.

We plunge deeper into the abyss of trees.
Ready to shit ourselves lifeless at the slightest sound
Our ears trained to hear the tiniest noise
Just the two of us.

We hear a branch crack.
We turn around and fall over unconscious.
It's a man in a black robe.
We'll never get home.