Dead forest specter

All the fogs of outdoor Whisper gently that your home Is the place, where is the specter In the woods which people thrown. Neither slayer, no been died — Don’t you laugh and don’t you cry When you notice trickery shadow What above the roots is fly. Pale and young, with deadly sin: His corpse mask is suiting him, Who is fearless to touch his Soft and pleasant rotten skin? You met when you have a wink, One more smile and one more blink… Scaring trouble sure will happen If you let yourself to think: “He’s the only who endears. I will never see the tears What’s so sincere and so lively Marks his graceful face with smears.” You can nod and you can stare, But don’t take his hand! Don’t dare! Moonlight gaze with wicked cunning Follows you to edge of air. Lingering for many years, Breathing with delightful fears Scent of death in his long hair Torments soul in your dreams. In the shades of sky and dust, Like a devil youngster smiles He will lead you under dim sun In his forest, if you’ll trust. “Crying blood, I don’t regret Be with me, my sweet Undead! In eternal life we dying, Haunted hearts don’t know the end.”