A gothic and mystical graphic novel about the journey of a young girl into a magical and ancient forest, inspired by fables, folklore, fairy-tales, myths, and dreams.
Seeking writers, graphic designers and visual artists to collaborate on the book.
An ongoing poetry series.
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forest of dread and sorrow
directions that are blocked
blocked with vines and branches
branches sticking out
out of many trees
trees that are endlessly tall
higher till the sky is gone
gone from my view
view that is closing
closing the deeper she goes
Forest,
thy shadow
thy door
where in sorrow sadly rot
amongst the things we know no more
with winds of silent thought
The trees alone were exquisite
they tangled so divine
sadly though,
she could barely fit
when she tried to squeeze through the vines
She could hear the silent shrieks of fear, deep within the forest.
Nowhere to go but deep within her forest
curled up in a deep dark tree
hidden within the strangling branches
she hides
from the monster
afraid,
shaking
trembling with fear!
the encroaching noises
are not around her
they are inside of her
no longer contained
burning within her twisted forest
her dark wicked twisted forest
The trees replied,
“night will be the hour the forest will speak.
The ground did warn us
“the underworld howls through the cracks of earth” they said
She continues to run
her brown
tangled hair flies
as she sprints
as she pushes through the pain that it takes to run away
to safety
she roams
through the forest of darkness
where evil does lie
step after step
where young souls have died
She sits by the path of crossroads
with her head in her hand
eyes half closed
she can feel It look right through her
she’d like to be left alone
She notices the trees creek
as they released their brown leaves to the wind.
a petal drift through the air
into her tear soaked hand
and screams,
It felt like dreams shattering
like glass on the forest floor
she felt a presence
the wind fell silent
and an ominous air filled this place
As she was forced to depart
The shadows....
she doesn’t let them close
for the fear they might break her
but still they collect her
and to the heartbreak take her
They found her unconscious
severely wounded
a few broken ribs
she was rapidly bleeding out
they embrace her
they don’t surround her
right where they found her
Moving on the battlefield
the shadows
they stand beside her
Fighting
so they can tame the madness inside her
But a last whisper met her ears
“i am so sorry, my dear
you must awaken.”
she opens her eyes
a blink from oblivion
pulling the breath from her lungs
thinks
“that emptiness beyond the facade
is this what awaits me?”
She runs up the empty foothills
faster than sound
like she’s left her body
soul speeding
wind howling
she runs lugging her stripped wing
Her pain is like a comfort
So she wandered deeper into the forest
to the big rocky mountain.
eventually
she came to rest
by the cascading fountain.
in it’s clear and crystal waters
she saw an angel looking back at her.
with a rainbow row of flowers
placed within her silver hair.
it glimmered
like the moon on a starless night.
the angel was gone
she was nowhere to be found
somewhere....
trees were falling down
but they never made a sound
young corpse as it rots besides
these trees
these sneaky bumble bees
view the evil that’s done out there
where some
never make it out
pounding the floor like plaster
though she hardly remember
maybe to just mourn
for her life’s so torn apart
her sweet
loving self
did die
and still
Fear of the sorrowful forest
finally overthrown
she felt a presence
