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Dark angry clouds stir above promising to scare you,

lightning flashes and threatens to hit you a few,

rain splattering your red cold face begging for warmth,

but don't run to any house you see; there could be the opposite of safety.

Carry on to see how strong your legs can be to carry you a far,

find the dry path but stay in the light; darkness holds many shadows,

critters creep; howlers howl with no end of laughter and shivers,

start to feel tired; walking the wrong path soon you'll be nothing but blood.

Fell into the river; cut my arm on the rocks beneath and blood runs deep,

they smell it in the air; you crawl out much to cold to move but gotta,

you grab a branch break it off and stab at the wolf enough for him to drip,

the smell of his own blood scares him away; their afraid of there own rip.

You begin to run for the same reason farther into the darkest of the forest,

no sleep tonight will be accepted; unless you ask for your own death,

light a fire to warm your hands; the night will be ever so cold and lonely,

missing some one deep down inside fills you with so much emotion it sinks deep,

hold your hopes and hope tomorrow holds a brighter day to lighten your path of darkness.