Still walking down with my left leg hurt
Not lone wounded praised with dirt
Night's fell and starts my bumps
Along with fear my heart now jumps!
Walking lone is blasted courage?
Or sake common this age?
The bluest night makes me shiver
What's up makes words quiver.
Ghostly specimen springs up front
Huge blood eyes, adds with long dents
Seeking me? comes too close
What i see's not some freaky shows!
Not a ghost what am glad
But can't dodge so now sad
What to do? thoughts now roam
Dipped up again in sweaty foam.
Still am far, i can run
But no moon, no flaring sun
Mind now roam escapes abroad
Starts to run, no light as guard.
Pricks and thorns torn back along
Ran now for, follows me a ghostly song
So glad now far from it
Where am i? still no guess.
No moon tonight, a black sky soars
Not known the danger found down way
Walked front down saw a door
What i saw, is in my next say! <
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