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In the dark and hidden back alleys

Toward the long forgotten glen

I come unbidden and without warning

To remind the world again.

I am the fear that creeps upon you when you least suspect

The chill that makes shudder.

I am that nameless terror you’ve heard in myth

Whose name you fear to utter.

Focus forward, push onward yet and feel

The biting winds that howl around you, that make it plain.

That I am very real.

And I am coming, oh yes, I am coming.

-A bit of whimsy, nothing more.

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