March 16, 2012
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Darkness engulfing leaves,
Wrapping stones in cooling fear.
A touch of moonlight
Streaming onto the forest floor.
It brings the horrors that condemn.

The sound of hushed voices,
Of sprinting feet and pounding hearts
Piercing the silence of the night.
Running, running away,
From the horrors that condemn.

A cool breeze
Blows memories away.
They are not forgotten,
They will come again,
Those horrors that condemn.

No warning, no foretelling
When they will revive.
Just fear and pain and memories
Are all that remain
Of the horrors that condemn.

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