Alight so bright, that candle light,
Under the dark moon, in the quiet night,
Demons inside, but behind the door,
Is trap outside, five to four,
Your Curse is coming, your family,
Shall remains, fight or flee,
You’ll peer into the gathering gloom,
And your mind will be your doom.

24.04.20
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