Two go in,

And one comes out

The forest

Black and dead

Moonlight shining down on the burnt branches

The branches that tell the story of the forest

Two figures stand by the edge

Staring into the spiraling abyss

Darkness spread in front of their feet

Beckoning to them

“Come little children, come!,

Don’t run away, don’t run!”

Slowly the littlest strays toward the edge

The oldest doesn’t pull him away in time

In the old mansion

All the lights turn on

The door creaks open

Someone cry’s

“Mama papa!

Let me inside!”

Parents rush to the despaired child

A cracked mind falling into the darkness

Shadows creeping into subconscious

Because,

Two went in

And one came out