The day slowly darken,
walking through the park.
Alone, no one by your side,
Lamentation fills your ears each step to hearken.

Trees bristling in the moon's gleaming light,
hearing noises of the unknown.
You start to get tense every trail you make,
quicker and quicker, even more tight.

Turning back, you see a vague figure,
a dim, dark shadow standing.
In shock, you remain firm, speechless,
as it comes closer with every whisper.

Suddenly your vision turns black, waking up on a bench,
"What just happened!" you ask yourself.
turning over to see a blind elderly man next to you,
saying "It was all a dream." as he fades away leading behind a stench.


(bristling i made a definition my self..its when the trees flow with the wind)

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