Forest's Midnite
By Freewriter
The host, he says that all is well, and the firewood's glow is bright. The food has a warm and tempting smell, but on the window licks the night. Pile on the logs, give me your hands. Gather 'round my little friends... No, 'tis not fright. But hold me! I hear the Wolves' demands, and on the window licks the night... Written January 12th, 2002 © on Jan 12 2002 01:15 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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