The Haunting of the Night
By ValTiger14
Rivers flow through a haunted wood The wind it whispers through a willow tree Evil faeries dance through the sky A haunting voice seeps out of a bog Though evil faeries their souls they lie Upon this wretched, fearful ground They love the night they kill the day Love bestows itself upon this very night Evil love of which it stays Hate was born in this very wood Where all is full of haunting things Zombies, ghosts, werewolves, evil faeries This place is in one’s dreams With gloomy castles towering to the sky The smell of temptation floats in the air Sorrow and grief this place is made For nothing can change one’s heart and soul In the haunting of the night Written March 30th, 2002 © on Mar 30 2002 02:01 PM PST 20 • 0 • 10
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"Rivers flow through a haunted wood..."