Nightfall
Nightfall and fog off the lake lands.
The ghostly touch of a cold and icy hand
fills you full of fear and loathing.
Creature of the night where are you going?
I follow your shadow through the dark
and cloudy night like a black widow for the
love of your life.
There is a whole lot of mystery to your
prowling and howling.
My web quivers as the wind blows across
the river but I am silent approaching the
stranger.
In the Nightfall and fog off the lake lands
like the touch of a ghostly cold hand and
a deadly kiss leaves nothing left for you at
all in the Nightfall.
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