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𝔻𝕒𝕝 | 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟
𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 | ℍ𝕖/ℍ𝕚𝕞/ℍ𝕚𝕤
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙
Thin leaves filtered dying light
Light coming from unlikely places
Glowing eyes watching from afar
The moons becoming most superior.
ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥
Trees swaying and owl calling
His mind wandered and spoke
"Why don't you join them?"
ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤
Thought of the outcomes, consequenses
"How bad could it be?"
The owls screeched at him
"Nothing will comfort you here."
ℍ𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕
He asked spirits for guidance
They never came, were silent
"It always happens this way,"
Ghosts of his past cackled.
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