The Nobody Wood

Floating down to earth
Like petals on brisk autumn days
Skirt billowing beneath them both
Phantom parachutes black magic made

Landing in the gloomy forest
Firmly gripping his hand
Unspeakable evil stalked them
Through the fog and mist they ran

On winding paths they hurried
While tales of old she told
Regarding Paul’s return to home
And the Castle Made of Bones

No one had ever been
It wasn’t a wonder how
For surrounding it was a moat of souls
Simply known as “The Howl”

Covered by a bed of dead leaves
Floating on thin air
All common folk in The Nobody Hole
Called it the entrance to Hell

The Pumpkin Witch knew how to cross it
Though it wouldn’t be easy
Through The Nobody Wood they fled
Towards the Old Man Geechi

THE NOBODY HOLE, ACT II ……