Nightfall and fog off the lake lands.
 The ghostly touch of a cold and icy hand
 fills you full of fear and loathing.
 Creature of the night where are you going?
 I follow your shadow through the dark
 and cloudy night like a black widow for the
 love of your life.
 There is a whole lot of mystery to your
 prowling and howling.
 My web quivers as the wind blows across
 the river but I am silent approaching the
 stranger.
 In the Nightfall and fog off the lake lands
 like the touch of a ghostly cold hand and
 a deadly kiss leaves nothing left for you at 
 all in the Nightfall.
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	moontigerntn (
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 - Category: Surrealist
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