The trees seemed to show their wrath
As the wind violently attacked
In the obscure pitch black
The nearby hot spring was a steam bath
In the moonlight it steamed, gleamed, and screamed
The night was just like a dream
Only it was a nightmare:
Frightening, fateful, freakish, fear
Nothing was as it seemed.
Alone, abandoned, afraid and ambivalent
I must have looked very innocent
As I opened up the gate
Leading to my ominous fate
I opened the doors to imprisonment, which kept me alert and vigilant
The paved graves, brave and gray
Ghosts glanced at me and waved
I stood frozen in the night
There was only one street light
The ghosts raved; they were a cold urgent wave
Craving to be saved
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