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by LeAnNe Dec 2, 2003 category : Sadness, depression / about death
The sun has left, no light to see, For even the moon has hidden. The clouds they roam about the sky, On a night so dark and forbidden. Shadows lurk between the trees, And glide through the cool night air. Will you step into this place? Will you? Do you dare? And so you choose to walk alone. To walk alone at night. Through the blackened forest, Any evil you will fight. But you don't know just what it is, That creeps about the land. You don't see the evil beyond, Your one extended hand. Little do you know, That thing that you do see, Isn't the least bit at all, Similar to you or me. The thing that lies before you, On the cold and snowy ground, Trembles from cold... or is it fear? And doesn't make a sound. And yet you still help it up, And carry it to your place. You didn't see the look it had, Plastered on its face. For all you see is a man, With nothing at all to hide. But you don't know that beneath his skin, Evil lives inside.