The landscape outside howls
getting in it's last kicks
before the season should turn
the shudders knock and bump
some ghoul crawling through walls
lurching amongst the darkness
wreaking of mildew and old wood
an ancient entombment
of cluster flies and horse hair
yet there up high
a single beam of untainted light
shining beyond the dust particles
singing the clear tune of purity
and truth
the shadows hold no power
within it's boundaries
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