Untitled - October 30, 2002

Enter the night
where the chills run deep
into the bones
and the frost breath creeps
like an old hidden crone.

Venture into darkness
where the thoughts lie hidden,
and memories of the past
return unbidden.

Watch the flickering flames
waver against the wind,
a cold dance of joy
seen only in the mind.

The nightfall deepens
into midnight black,
where all the creatures harken
to the hidden call to come back.

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