This is an old halloween poem I wrote called the bliss:
The fog so dense,
so many lost,
cries of despair.
Dew droplets,
entrancing temptation,
dangers all out there.
Shadows lurking,
skulls watching,
never again alone.
Once captured,
gone forever,
in a bed of bones.
Lake of fire,
burning desire,
a death awakening kiss.
SO listen closely,
don't turn away,
you have entered evil's bliss.
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