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Real World

April 2, 2015
By Mysticrystal SILVER, Houston, Texas
Mysticrystal SILVER, Houston, Texas
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The sun disappears

over the dark horizon,

The moon creeps out

but hides behind unseen shadows.

 

The mute wind

starts to howl,

The dead leaves

start to rustle.

 

The faceless trees

start to whisper,

The bodyless creatures

start to scurry.

 

Creatures that haunt

your nightmears,

Become real

and hunt you now.

 

What you read in fantasies

is more then just fiction,

But you never see them

'cuz they wait till you sleep.

 

The beautiful cover

slowly fades away.

As the real world

comes to life.


The author's comments:

I wrote this while I was up in a tree watching the sun go down.


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