Nightmare's entrapment, a hellish place
Deep furrows of fear wrought upon my face
A dead wind stirs, rustles dried leaves
creeps over corpses of buildings, crawling as it weaves

A hushed laugh whispers, breaking through the still
its echo growing fainter, entailed with icy chill
A torn gaze to looming, lifeless houses, their wooden skeletons old
beckon me to come inside; the night will soon grow cold

Out of black, pooling shadows hidden eyes will stare
questioning, menacing gazes follow me as they glare
Terror soon strikes me; my trembling feet carry me into a run,
the few hopes I have left fade with the last bleak rays of sun

My outstretched hand through the dim then found a single door
and upon entering it that one fearful night, my troubled footsteps sounded
no more
 
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