Dancing shadows,
Fading light.
I'm stumbling through the woods.
Shall I dance with them
To hide
I'm alive and terrified
Of these flying empty hoods?
Fading light
And gripping scare.
I can't see the path in front.
Look around myself
I dare,
With the nightmares, plain and fair,
I can sense this ghastly bond.
Who am I? And
Where I go?
I'm flying through the woods.
Shall I ask you this
To know,
Just because I feel I'm slow...
Am I one of the empty hoods?
February 2025
Through the woods
© Copyright: Джул Феникс, 2025
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