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Unexpected

To the people who made me a better person by being a mean person

Find order in chaos,
The minuscules light in darkness.
 
The words were like tranquility,
They gave me hope.
 
Now quiet corridors,
In which footsteps resonated through.
 
Couldn’t see anyone,
Only silhouettes of the seven gothic spires.
 
Bundled against the unseasonable chill,
Everywhere the frost bites.
 
Swirling eyes rolled back into its head as if in the throes of a terrible dream,
Spasms of ultimatum; never near safety.
 
Sinister things never happen when you await then,
Creepy things always come out of nowhere to stun you.
 
Suddenly as if blessed with a life the dark shape raised its hands,
It wasn’t an it; but a he.
 
His mouth opened wide and showed His purple swollen tongue,
He stared at me with an immense stare like the dragons.
 
Billowing; Black; Mad,
Took a strong shrieking gasp and smirked criminally

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