Fear out of my windows

A thunder strike,
in a rainy night.
Giving my spines,
a shivering fright.
A hazy mist all around.
A lot of eyes,
a lot if scary sounds.
Just on my home ground.
I'm all alone, looking for shadow.,
Waiting for me out of my windows.
Will I be safe?
Will I be saved?


Or,
I'll die a frightful death





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