here's a poem wrote recently.. if somethings dont add up, read it again. i tried using lots of imagery and metaphors.

"The Darkness Comming"

tempting was the last stroll,
stepping stones led the way,
blinded by the fog,
the eternal night surrounds,
wandering along the narrow path,
farther into the unknown,
tall dark ghosts touch the sky,
the pale moon gazes softy,
still and calm the forest breathes,
the ghosts dance with the wind,
to the lullaby of a wolf's howl,
the cresenting moon grows dull,
while twinkling stars shine bright,
the tide of dark clouds are creeping closer,
wandering into darkness,
wandered to deep to go back,
now engulfed by the forest,
all feelings abandoned,
eyes growing heavier,
now your home,
sleep.

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interesting.

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