Sitting in a lonely, dark cabin
On a cold winter night
Much to my egos delight..
The rains have finally arrived
Much to the toads refrain
Always a joy to hear them, again..
Fragrant candles glare
Lighting up the rustic setting
As of the power, I'm not betting..
Silence is golden
Though in a distance, I do hear
The winds of fear, very clear..
Clearing my mind, thoughts of tomorrow
Clouds roam, as moonlight beams
As I sit pondering these broken dreams..
So, whose to rid me of silent nights?
Which bring back terrible frights
Only this lonely, dark cabin..
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A tale of loneliness and despair.