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A dark night,

Peaceful and quiet.

Snow falls softly to the ground.

A white carpet lay out before your feet.

The snow capped trees.

The cool flakes flow over your face.

A white veil of winter.

Your breath hovers in the air before you,

As you walk softly across the path.



Trees around you glow with the moonlight.

The sounds of the night rise up to the sky.

Your hands become cold to the touch,

And a chill runs down your spine.

The wind cuts at your face,

The flakes saw away at the skin.



You walk faster,

Trying to find someplace to sleep for the night.

One more hill you say to yourself.

The sweet insanity of your own conversation.



Finally it is that list hill,

Because if nothing is over it,

You won’t be able to walk anymore.

You reach the top not a moment to late.



Ahead in the distance,

The stone fortress stands against the wind.

The snow capped towers,

Diamonds in the moonlight.



You stumble closer,

Till finally you reach the door.

You got to knock, but it opens before you.

You walk into the dark room,

A fireplace on the wall sends shadows dancing around you.

As you turn to glimpse the outside, the door shuts behind you.



You walk forward,

Your steps echo off the stone walls.

A chair sits before the fire,

You walk closer,

Asking if anyone is there.

But no answer.

You continue closer,

The warmth caresses your face.

It holds you and pulls you in.



You get to the chair,

And get the nerve to see what is there.



Nothing,

You yell hello once more,

As your voice echoes of the walls.

You sit in the chair, looking at the flames dancing around the wood.



You swore you heard steps behind you,

But still were to cold to look.

Suddenly the world goes black,

And it’s too late to scream,

Because you’re never seen again.