Thick sheaths of dark embrace the land
Looming towards the dying light
Portals open by one hand
Ghouls lurk into the night

Safe within the light’s vicinity
The lurking creatures stay away
In the distance they stare at me
Waiting for the wind to say
“Blow the fire away”

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