Sean Fury
It's tricky
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- 20
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- New Jersey
- Seen Dec 6, 2021
Depths of the streetlamp
Street is cold, street is damp
A once white moon, now colored blue
Like the ocean, dark of hue
A shadow crosses, just a blur
Was it flesh, or was it fur?
A stalking figure, at a glance
Seems to dissapear, at a pass
"Who is there?!" You call out
No one answers, and so you pout
You turn your back, "Only the wind."
But was it wind, or was it 'him'?
Iori Yagami says:
Within the darkness, there is a crack
You freeze in place, and turn your back
"Who is there?!" You shout once more
But you only hear the opening door
You turn around, there is a house
In the sill, you spy a mouse?
"What is this?" You dare to wonder
But travel in at the sound of thunder
A distant cry, the sound of dead
Your body shoots up, sweat drips from your head
You realize it was just a nightmare
But you turn your head, and at the door
A shadowed figure, in the moor
Then 'he' is there.
Street is cold, street is damp
A once white moon, now colored blue
Like the ocean, dark of hue
A shadow crosses, just a blur
Was it flesh, or was it fur?
A stalking figure, at a glance
Seems to dissapear, at a pass
"Who is there?!" You call out
No one answers, and so you pout
You turn your back, "Only the wind."
But was it wind, or was it 'him'?
Iori Yagami says:
Within the darkness, there is a crack
You freeze in place, and turn your back
"Who is there?!" You shout once more
But you only hear the opening door
You turn around, there is a house
In the sill, you spy a mouse?
"What is this?" You dare to wonder
But travel in at the sound of thunder
A distant cry, the sound of dead
Your body shoots up, sweat drips from your head
You realize it was just a nightmare
But you turn your head, and at the door
A shadowed figure, in the moor
Then 'he' is there.