The moon is full over the dark and Erie forest.
Moonlight cast sinister shadows everywhere.
Owls hooting, the screech of a bird.
goosebumps on my skin.
The chilly wind takes my happiness.
The hard beating of my heart.
Wanting to scream, no sound I make.
I run so fast, I feel so slow.
Wanting to wake but dreaming still.
I look here, I look there.
One pure soul to break the spell.

Linda Dillon-Nelsen

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