Over the hills and through the branches of trembling, tingling trees, she approaches.
She sings her siren song to the crisp, cold air,
her heart, patient,
her kiss, petrifying,
so still, so sealed in your fate.
It’s almost like being in love,
and left to your own devices,
you could mistake it for such an adventure.
She’ll follow you,
like a scorned lover,
stronger every day,
never to be stopped,
never to be escaped,
she is something to be felt,
from the first day, until the last,
unlocking your lonely heart and reminding you in a soft, windswept whisper that you are not alone in your house tonight.
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