Darkest of Night


A small whisper caresses the breeze, a melody of wonders; which only death brings. But cunning wings does cruelty possess, to weave into the hearts of the not-so decieved. Its playful and light, but etched with such fright, to leer and ensnare, to burn to the bare. It'll talk in riddles and lead on to plight, while only darkness lights the night. The path may seem clear, but fuddled is the way, for the road to onwards is surrounded with vain.

And so the fool steps forward once more, a game to play forever, and more. He'll take a step backwards, and find with a fright, that there is no forwards in the darkest of night.


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