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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I got off the bus after a hard day at work A storm had knocked out every street light In the gloom of despair, I saw a shadow lurk My fear of darkness reached a new height Two blocks to walk until I'd reach my home but oh, how my fright was filling me with dread I suffered from an illness called, Stygian Syndrome Fear that on a dark night I would end up dead There's never been an algorithm that's predicted when I'd be exposed to a scary night such as this I swore a maledict while my heart was conflicted wondering why I didn't run. Something was amiss It seemed as if an evil force was holding me back from taking a step in the direction I needed to go I couldn't see or hear anything in a world of black but sensed something wicked hovered near... a foe My house was the last one on the dead-end street Should I try to get there without making a sound, or should I go the other way? I wanted to retreat but didn't move before I was knocked to the ground I fought off a hundred creatures who bit my flesh Every inch of my body was torn, and I smelled blood I wished I had the courage and power of Gilgamesh! But if compared to that hero, I'd label myself a dud I wiggled my fingers and toes... counted ten and ten Afraid to move again, I doubled up in a fetal position Streetlights flickered; I saw I was surrounded by men When someone yelled, "CUT!" I had a sneaky suspicion A horror movie being filmed, but how was I to know that everything was staged on my dead-end street? I was paid for my realistic acting and used the dough for a shrink and a weekend at a sanity recovery retreat
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