A quiet evening, to much enjoy, I did lie in my bed.Not a creek nor squeak did I make. For fear of what lurked in cold darkness. Hitched breathing, in all that I was, terrified was an understatement.
Though the day,it wasn't much better then the nigh, was weary with the certain unknown in our little town.
The outsiders were mistaken, as the creatures that haunt us.
Our season of horror, was others joy.
When the nightingale sings, we hear it wake from its slumber.
Crawling from the depths.
For we are unthankful.
We are the keepers of the ruins that show in winter.
The few that know to much.
Hiding in plain sight,
we keep our secret from wandering eyes.
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Winters ruin
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