Watching the leaves quiver in the wind
soon to be bats soaring unkind
Seeing the limbs of trees stretch into the sky
Turning maliscious nigh
Feeling the breeze against my skin
shortly to be the brush of gwyn
Hearing the chirping of birds
Before long the bleating of evil herds
Witnessing the daylight fade
Only to be struck by the dark blade
Signaling, you can hear the ringing of the bells
for 'twas when the night fell


AlcohollicA (talk)

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