Something Wicked
Through darkened forests of illusions;
Something Wicked quietly stalks.
As the frustrated winds violently blow;
A forest of fear quietly shivers.
As a shadow of the past ominously walks;
A silent scream is softly heard.
Through greyest of grey skies;
Something Wicked rapidly floats across the skies.
As rain drenched leaves frighteningly sways;
A whisper of calmness is softly heard.
As a sigh of relief is soundly heard;
Something Wicked quietly growls in frustration.
A forest of strength begins to emerge.
As a brightness of a new day silently overwhelmes;
Something Wicked slowly retreats within the darkness.
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