The wind whipped up a frenzy, of dancing leaves in the moonlight
They paved the way most perfectly, swirling upwards like one hundred kites
She liked the way they moved around her, it calmed her mind and made her smile
As she walked on, towards the graveyard, feeling joyous for a while
The joy would not last, beyond the path, for what awaits, beyond the gate
Feeds on misery and hate, it will not dance around her feet
It will take her breath away and make it her last.
#darkattraction
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart 
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