The wind whistles,
The trees sing,
Out of the night they come,
They come for vengeance,
They come for revenge,
They come to deliver my punishment.
I panick,
I scream,
I cry,
I despair,
I square my shoulders,
I stop the whimpering,
I will not bow to them in defeat,
I'll stand tall and and look them in the eye,
And act in defiance in till my last breath.
I go to meet them,
I am prepared,
Until I see their faces, their weapons, their glee;
The reek of death fills the air,
Cloying the air, like smoke,
a harbinger of what is to come
I make a decision right then and there,
I will not go quietly,
Leave this world without a fight,
I will not go quietly into the night.
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