I find myself alone in the forest.
The trees close in on me, darker and darker still.
The creaking wind blasts the creatures around me,
Killing them softly.

I mourn for their losses
And their sadness and wails.
I wish I could help.
They seem so lost and afraid.

But from the shadows, 
Something wicked this way comes.
Is it wicked?
I cannot tell, it’s too dark.

Where’s my flashlight?
It’s gone, the thing whispers.
Can the darkness ever truly cover you?

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