Poem: Month of Darkness
The veil between worlds
becomes thinner
as the days pass
and the chill settles
into the bones.
The darkness falls sooner
Sun dips below the horizon
as leaves swirl
and the wind's harsh fingers
touch your skin.
The whispers grow louder
Moon rises higher in the sky
as the dead wake
and their voices shout
into your ears.
The righteous tremble
the candle of purity diminishes
as the hypocrisy laughs
and their madness spreads
into your mind.
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