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Dark Gothic

In the shadows of the night,
fear comes creeping up to me,
like a silent wisper,
it crawls up my spine,
making the hairs in my neck to rise.

As i sit in the dark corner of my room,
i hear the wind howling my name.
Shall i go? Shall i listen? Must i obey ?
Or shall i keep hiding away in the darkness ?
I gather my breath, and i start to move upwards,
slowly, ever so slowly.
I feel my legs go numb.....as i walk slowly to my window,
i feel the wooden floor crack under my feet....
as i come closer to the window,
i feel a cool breeze flow through me,
like the fear i thought i knew...
So what do you think !!!!!
shall i obey ? Or shall i stay ??????