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A Swift Phantom Stalks Me
Do the dancing shadows of the swaying trees make me grasp that all the shrilling fowls have gone to rest and dusk will increase fears... not until a stomping phantasmal image prowls! A swift phantom stalks me, I worry that it'll harm me; if phantoms incessantly haunt and infuse fear in the faintest of heart...will his groans taunt? I don't look back and rant! Are other phantoms down the murky path where owls stare and coo strangely; Even they are frightened and seem frail, and seeing me run they scatter over the trail; I show goosebumps on the arms and face as the unyielding ghost keeps a fast pace. Has this happened to a nightwalker seeking loneliness who likes to stroll and reflect on the awesomeness of such infinite universe for us to own tomorrow? Has someone felt the urge to explore and not fear a crawling sound, or the shabby wanderers that leer? If I stop thinking of that swift phantom stalking me, I lose the sense of imagination that nature isn't too safe... instead it must thrill me and connect me to enchanted silence and to God who promises His protection whenever I may be.
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