Friday the Thirteenth is over,
And I'm back in the woods once again.
The moon is still shining too bright overhead
So they see me approaching
But then
as i slip into the mist
and fade like memories of places they've never been
they watch the morning fog erase the path
to times that never were again
and sleep sleep sleep deepens in the quiet of a summer night
and even evening's darkness passes through us like a pain so slight
eternal rest grant us in tiny sparkling pieces
like heaven's midnight light
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