Singularity in the Thicket

The night howls, and the moon projects a distinct and horrorful glow.

Wind hollers, as grass sways, on a night of special importance.

A cabin of the woods, in isolation, puts the mood at a dreary low.

Like a winter’s eve, the night carries much vagary like incense.

The cabin door opens, and the creaking squeaks echo in the inclement.

A teenage boy sneaks and quivers like a wounded animal walking.

Legend states the boy is more treacherous than oil on arid cement.

His eyes wonder, about the soul of the woods, like those on a man stalking.

The laughing of the snakes leads the boy to render to his quarters.

They call him Uzo, respectfully, an extrinsic name, not fatuous.

Uzo or “Gateway” works, but call him nothing shorter.

Futuristic, yet frighteningly scary, he is the human entrance.

Tales of the boy declare he is an animal, inexplicable and fowl.

A tiger, he is invariably, severely cunning, yet massive and slow.

His animalism entices him to be astute and serene, like an owl.

But he is relentless and sable, for erstwhile he was a crow.

His thoughts of terror and liquidation resemble World War I.

The ambiance bears his whims, and cast it among the timberland.

Paranoid like a groundhog, his face prevails ceaselessly stunned.

BANG, BANG, BANG! You will hear, as his scornfulness scatters like the sand.

Critters taunt him about his cynical disposition, so to them he is lethal.

Anthropic, he will seem, but he is only misunderstood.

For he seeks for an effeminate matron to cuddle as his equal.

His robust and muscular characteristics he hides like a head beneath a hood.

Agitated is the boy, and his anger makes the forest panic.

He is serious, and bold, like the eyes of a person about to regret.

The boy peruses the dirty, somber, of what correlates with Titanic.

Creative, devoted, he is more sublime than Romeo and Juliet.

Ghastly and appalling, is the dismal gloom that attracts the teenage boy.

A hermit, he is not, but a peculiar person of rural detachment.

Being cut down by society is not a pleasant joy.

But like a regal tree, he augments monstrously and stagnant.

His name portrays the door to the future and the inevitable.

The blackness, of the night, makes the darkness our second nature.

The name Uzo speaks of the imminent, and things not so creditable.

Though the name, like an ant, interprets finding crevices as big as glaciers.

At night he is an animal and the moon provokes the boy into a daze.

Continuing to see the nightfall’s personality and decor.

The boy is like a ludicrous figment, in a forestry maze.

Tree leaves ruffle and float, at a hypnotic pace that does allure.

The boy is an enigmatic poet inside, and loves his independency.

The thicket adds to his mysticality and enhances his brawniness.

Unknown to civilization, the boy is tender and deserves his sovereignty.

Tales of horror are merely wrong, for the boy just wishes to be caressed.

Horrifying is the twilight of the forest to many a people.

To the boy, however, forest night is a privileged place to be.

Every day, he awaits sunset to witness an infinite sequel.

But also, this very boy is a feasible paramour, and this is why he is me.