Heart of The Woods

As the sun shrinks down

It awakens the dark, cold ghost town

But past boarders lay the wood

With looming whom are misunderstood

As the wind creaks through braches below

Warning lost travelers not to go

For those unfortunate enough not to hear

I hope they go not near

The part of the woods where the ghosts are strong

And sing of a world long gone

Your poem seems to tell a story, it's mysterious and a little bit frightening. The ending leaves the reader hungry for more, a skill usually seen in the writing of accomplished writers.

 

Wouldn't want to go there.