Flows through the trees
Be still my heart
Hold off my unease
Dont be frightened tis but a phantom
An imagined state
There is no one else here
No hounds at the gate
I hold onto my collar,
As I quicken my pace
No mere suspicion
Has taken its place
I hold fast on my need
As I make for the path
At even greater speed
I must get out
Leave this wretched Park
For the Phantoms live on
When you're alone
In the Dark.
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