it's the darkness that invades the mind
when night falls
and when death comes..
the cold winter wind that
chills the body and souls of travelers,
the leaves dropping to the ground
and the crackle of snow beneath your feet..
the icy wind whistling wildly
through the branches,
the wolves howling,
the crows calling,
and the ever prominent spirits
who call to you..

quiet.

for wise men say nothing
in dangerous times..

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