The Demon The gust of wind blew, through the midnight air,whistling past the ears, and through the hair,making the dying grass dance, at this given chance.The large full moon was lit, shining greatly bright,hovering above, all through the night,smiling at the world below, watching the great show.Foxes hunting all sly, sniffing all around;rabbits cowering, hiding in […]
The Demon (Poem)
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