It’s cold in a forest on a pitch black night 

Wind blows and howls, adding chills down the spine

There was a crunch behind the light

 Has gown it feels evil down your swine 

A figure transparent floats ahead in the wind 

Trees fluttering in the wind and thunder 

Are you in a nightmare? Is this all in your mind 

Are you going under

Then you felt a cold hand grab your neck from behind

They squeeze you, struggle to breathe, and think it’s all over 

A mark, the shape of a wilted rose, was left behind

You are now permanently bound to this evil creature forever

You hear howling and screams in the distance

It is well known that the wind in the forest is spooky and creepy