Moonlite Night

December 9, 2009
By WikdChick GOLD, Shannon, Mississippi
WikdChick GOLD, Shannon, Mississippi
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Favorite Quote:
I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.
When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children; even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.

In the chill of the night,
The lone wolf’s howl pierces the fog;
Cutting threw the quiet like a knife through butter.
The ensuing silence is shattered only by the moaning wind.

Trees sway and dance to an unknown rhythm.
Night slowly draws her black shawl tighter around the country side.
Suddenly, a flash light up my terrifying world,
And a haunting melody floods my ears.
I look up to see four eyes headed my way!

Whew! I breathe a sigh of relief.
My bus is here.

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