Stranger danger waits in the light

Dappling through the leaves

Brought by the loamy scent of decay—

Too much green choking the air;

The shadows retreat from the neat

Little maiden claiming to be lost.

Familiar dread creeps out of the bright

Fading and draining the secrets written

Beneath the souls surrounding our skin suits;

Who is flashing past the death, the past—

Stand tall after the fall, brush off the dust

She knocked us down and danced in our blood.

It’s darkest right now

We are going through hell

The end is here (so is the fear)—

Keep walking anyway

Out of the dark

Into the fading gray.

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