There is a lingering lull
Pervading through the skies
A dark and ominous silence
Clouded with insidious lies.
The birds are not chirping
Depriving the air of song
There's a feeling deep within them
They sense that something's wrong.

The trees have no swaying
Their branches are deathly still
Flowing up from the ground
Is a haunting, evil chill.

The waters are quite calm
Of this narrow, little stream
Sending the subtle messages
Of a long, foreboding dream.

Something is going to happen here
Something grave is in the air
A night and two from tomorrow
When all darkness is laid bare.

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