Reflections of the Wandering SpiritsThe full moon is shining upon the bloody earth,Reflections of the Wandering Spirits
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written in the walls of silence
the fear was ready to give its birth,
it stared at her, unknowingly, hidden behind the mask of glamour,
life around her was about to witness a hideous, life changing clamor
With a hope for a blessed night, entering the stage of her heavy dream,
squeaking of the door was about to wake her up and cause a terrifying scream,
the moonlight spread its beauty and played with her canopy made of lace,
as the following silence revealed a sound of the footsteps,
forcing her to hide her confused and pale face.
Moments passing by, the noises were not to be heard anymore,
seemed like an eternity,
thoughts of rationality to her were poor,
taking off the sheets, reaching for the switch, turning on the light,
she took a look around, there was nothing in the room she needed to fight.