Cabin 6 in the Woods

“Come with me, you’ve got to see this.
They said there were 5 cabins but I’ve found number 6!”
For 3 days I’d sat, sequestered with my pen.
I was restless and bored, he needn’t tell me again.
I ached for adventure, a trek sounded good.
So blindly I followed him through the dense wood.
I think we hiked for at least 4 miles,
Scratches from thorns had replaced all of my smiles.
Deep into the forest, it was as dark as the night.
Vibrant trees gave way to those starving for light.
A break in the foliage gave way to a shack.
The moment I saw it, I wanted to turn back.
“This door is locked. I will try a window.”
“I’d rather not.” I replied, as I shook my head no.
“Beautiful coward” he assured, “I will protect you.”
To which I countered, “Lets leave so you won’t have to.”
Either he thought me not serious, or just didn’t care,
He found a broken pane and let himself in there.
I remained outside until the place began to glow.
Then I stood transfixed until I heard him bellow.
Instincts drove me from the scene of the attack,
Until a woman’s shriek caused me to look back.
Alive was the thicket, it enveloped that hut,
Obstructing all access; every escape route was shut.
I could hear him weep from within nature’s jail.
In the distance a banshee continued to wail.
Her desperate cries, a paralyzing sound.
I covered my ears and fell to the ground.
A minute, an hour, or maybe almost a day,
How long I lay there, I just couldn’t say.
All was quiet when I opened my eyes.
However, that alone was not the surprise.
Cabin 6 in the woods, it was no longer there.
It and its prisoner disappeared into thin air.



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Tragic Reunion: A Love Story

She drew a deep breath, held out her hand,
In it a glowing diamond sparkled on an endless gold band.

Reluctantly he took it back, clenching it tight,
Searching for the words to set it all right.

Instead they turned – their eyes never met,
Quietly they let go of a love they’d not soon forget.

They put miles between them and distance in their hearts,
Now believing they’d spend an eternity apart.

Guilt loomed while he longed to make that call,
Grief struck as she stared at the phone upon the wall.

Yet he resisted, and the phone never rang,
The mournful silence nearly driving her insane.

Little did they know, their love was so pure.
It was true, it was deep, it was meant to endure.

The time was too long, the distance too great.
They were so hasty, too stubborn to wait.

Slowly and painfully the days passed him by.
Memories of her love were not going to die.

Nor could she cope, the loss agonized her:
The days and the nights became but a blur.

Then the day came, a decision in his life.
He had to have her. She would be his wife.

She too decided to fill that great hole,
She turned to another who’d offered to console.

A stranger embraced her from dusk until dawn,
Still she longed only for the one who had gone.

Meanwhile, he boarded his plane, flowers in hand.
Clutching that diamond on the endless gold band.

What happened next, it’s far beyond tragic.
Not every good ending is filled full of magic.

She raced home that morning, dialed the phone.
It rang and it rang, but he wasn’t at home.

For it was then that his plane crashed into the ocean,
And he died holding her ring with the greatest devotion.

A knock at the door woke her late the next night.
Instantly gripped with panic, her stomach grew tight.

Before they spoke, she already knew:
Revealing that ring was all they had to do.

She shook violently as they placed it into her hand.
Grief stricken, her heart numbed until she could no longer stand.

As she kneeled at his casket, despairingly she cried,
Placing upon her finger the ring for which he died.

At his tomb, a beautiful memorial she built.
Still she mourned, still riddled with guilt.

She could resist no longer what she needed to do.
Her heart was shattered as her soul was too.

At his grave site, her sacred vows she read,
Then she picked up her gun, placed it to her head.

She fired the shot that ended her life,
Dying to join him, now as his wife.

Their deaths together, like the diamond upon her hand,
Were forever and ever, like that endless gold band.