Poem
The moon is lost to me tonight,
Darkness replaces for the fight.
Wind screams loudly against the door,
Spirits creep across the floor.
Just hold onto my hand,
Now is time to make a stand.
Don't leave my side and we as one,
Can ride this through back to the sun.
Keep them off of me I said.
Off of my back off of my bed.
I will do the same for you,
Don't be scared this is not new.
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