The forest of death

In the forest alone with fear,
the stutter of hooves start and begin,
when shall they be here?
who should know when,
They should come near:
those two evil men.

They have come in two pairs,
they have promised death
to those who will dare
to have bet
their secrets with care.

Now they are here:
coming for me,
they have my dear,
as if it meant to be.
they continue to peer
to see if I flee,
because of the fears,
that rise within me.