The Dollforest

The Dollforest

In the Dollforest
humans stand like trees.
There rustling sounds
are there voices.
The drops of dew
are human tears.
They stand there like trees
almost as if there dolls.
It is full of them
in the dollforest.
The humans there
had their souls eaten.
Eaten by the forest-guide
the Pinocchio boy.
But where is it?
I don’t know.
It’s a mysterious place so
don’t go to the Dollforest.