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A gothic soul!

As i walked the path
of desolation in silence,
smells of darkness and fear
crept in cadence.
The hour was witching
and the path few trodden,
uncanny things happen here~
says, lurks a soul of a woman.
The moon was glorious
which kept the darkness' pride,
but it calmed no evil..
Unbeknown, i trotted the site.
Dreadfully chilled was I,
my fearheartedness!
when my very eyes
laid on a dark figure close-by;
indeed a woman
in a long black dress,
sitting still and quite,
her face pale and white.
Written by Chad_cutthroatt
Published | Edited 24th Feb 2015
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