Cedar

Everyone will tell you that the path down Cedar Lane,
Has a certain atmosphere to it - something rather strange;
Though most can't tell you what it is, there are a small, rare few,
Who will share the tale of what they saw when they themselves went through.

The path is plain, an old dirt road, beaten down by travelers' paws,
And shrouded from the noonday sun and filled with dark birds' caws.
The autumn is when it's at its best, fallen leaves are scattered 'round;
The dappled beams shine through the trees, spotted rays cover the ground.

The branches of the twisted trees reach high into the sky,
Casting crooked shadows down beneath on those that wander by.
The air is odd, thick with a tension that no one can quite explain,
But far from scary, evil or any other bad feeling that could be named.

One might come through and see this place and wonder, "Oh, but why?
Why is such a lovely place so feared? Were the stories told just lies?
Are the townsfolk superstitious about some old forest and its past?"
To those who doubt, I speak to you, for this night could be your last.

The history of this unsettling street is ignorable when light,
But once the sun begins to set and the day becomes the night;
Creatures, monsters, things unseen come crawling from the dark,
And when the clock hands stand straight up the feast begins to start:

Beasts and demons from the shadows prowl the covered path,
Staying out of sight of any one that might come walking past.
They are patient, they are cunning, and hidden they all wait,
Until the time has come to strike and sealed is that person's fate.

Teeth and claws and bones and snarls merge to become one,
Blood spills, trees shudder from the chills they get when it is done.
The creatures feast on every piece, 'till not a sign is left
That anyone was ever there or a gruesome end was met.

So when you hear the moans and groans from out north ways,
Remember what you heard tonight and stay very far away;
For once the howls sound and the old church bell starts to toll,
You know they've gotten hold of one more poor, unlucky soul.