When night comes and the moon is out
A feeling creeps inside my mind
Its' dark and hard to comprehend
Its' mind seems harsh but I understand
The face that I have never seen
Makes my body tremble
And yet I am not terrified
This figure I have yet to meet
Calls to me softly
Wishing me to see his face
His voice is charming
Soft and hypnotic
But I resist him with all that I can
His voice grows firm and strong
I find myself walking out into the open
Vulnerable
Petrified
But I continued to move
The forest inclosed around me
Cutting off all exits
I stopped suddenly as my body was compelled to do so
A figure stepped from behind
The face it held was that of perfection
His eyes were emerald
His smile made me shudder
He grabbed my hand while I was under his spell
Escorting me deeper into the darkness
That Dark Figure
Mysterious Creature
What does it want from me?
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