In the darkest of woods
where nightmares are made,
light does not exist
and all happiness fades
Dreams become twisted,
infected by fear,
the stench of sheer terror
draws hobgoblins near
Burrowing in to
the heart and the soul,
they sift through
all thoughts for
mind numbing control
And horrors long hidden,
once more free to roam,
find their way
from the darkness
to creep all the way home.
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