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A tale unfolds, so dark, so deep.
The moon it glows, a silver shade,
As whispers drift, in silence laid.
Through the forest, cold and wide,
Where playful spirits like to hide,
A player walks, with heart of dread,
For in this realm, the lost are led.
With hidden fears the heart still spins.
The killer prowls with ruthless grace,
A chilling smile upon their face.
The moonlit paths, they twist and turn,
For life and death, we fiercely yearn.
Yet in this game, where hope is slight,
We hold our breath through every night.
A flicker here, a rustle there,
The heartbeat quickens—fear laid bare.
Escape we seek from grasping hands,
As darkness weaves its cunning plans.
In echoes soft beneath the skies.
They guide the footsteps, lend their might,
To brave the struggle of this fight.
With every glance, the danger nears,
A dance of dread, and muted fears.
The fog it swirls, the ground is numb,
While shadows whisper, “What will come? ”
But strength within begins to grow,
In every heart that learns to flow.
Together binding in our trust,
To stand against the fate unjust.