A stormy night,
A powerless light,
A morbid thinker
Frighteningly quiet.
Lightning flashes,
The wind moans,
The house groans,
And I am alone.
(Or so I think)
Faded hope,
How shall I cope?
The unseen truth claws at my thoughts.
I cry for the souls that are lost.
Shall I go searching? - But at what cost?
(The fire crackles)
The firelight gleams,
Like a raven's eye.
Like a child's dream.
Or an undertaker's lie.
In the distance I hear a howl,
(This distracts me from my thoughts)
The spirits whisper.
I AM NOT AFRAID!
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