I should never have taken the way through the parc.
For though it's but morning, the day remains dark
and the faces of the statues who once smiled my way
seem distorted and twisted in the grim of the day.
October moon, familiar yet foreign, I'll mimic your gloom.
October moon, your light is my lantern and I welcome you're doom.
Lost in the mystery that shadows my mind
seeing devils and demons all dancing in time.
They bid me to join as they tug on my sleeve
I take a step forward and follow their lead.
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