Sulking sycamores groaning in the wind
Acrack an easy hush caressing
Her silken lands of satin flora
As moonshine illuminates my way.

Fallen leafy litter crunches aloud
Under tiring lonesome footsteps,
Reverberating eerily off surroundings
Already taunting my battered senses.

Heavy eyes slowly dart around,
Espying the nothingness engulfing
A panicky shattered mind of mush,
Unwilling to close for a second.

Paranoia surging strong, unchecked,
Confusing beauty for beastly danger,
Awishing I could transform into those
Sulking sycamores groaning in the wind.

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