Creatures howling at the moon under
the midnight stars.
Indians rain dancing just below the
mountain top.
Campers getting high in they're
tent, outside a bonfire is lit.
The ghost of the forest telling stories
by the fire.
I awoke to the sound of the wind,
whispering like a scared naive
child.
I put on an ancient mask from the
chiefs gallery, and walked into
the dark.
Strolling...
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