Some people are afraid of the dark.
But is it the dark, foggy mist that frightens them,
Or is it the creatures lurking the shadows that gives us chills?
Some people wander, and wander, and wander.
Are you afraid of the dark?
The nightly howls in the distance that fill the empty air.
The crackling of leaves beneath your feet.
You wander, and wander, and wander.
I am afraid of the dark.
As my hands reach for comfort in the moist, rotted bricks,
A faint shadow lingering, its presence now known.
I wander, and wander, and wandered.
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