The night is cold
and the wind makes the tree’s dance.
Leaves fall from their branches,
as the first snow of winter approaches.
Darkness is coming.
Before you know it,
you’re in it.
The frozen fog comes in,
blinding you.
The ice freezes you
and
the will to move leaves you.
It is in the frozen darkness of the night,
that you learn who you are.
Will you die?
Or fight against the night?
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