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Drown the Midnight Hour
The pine trees stand their ground
The soldiers of the forest guarding the village
Who’s citizens make up a kingdom
They watch
They watch the snow fall to the ground like feathers
They watch the snow gently kiss the tips of their branches
A smooth, gentle kiss
One a mother gives to her sleeping baby
The pine trees listen to the soft and distant howl of wolves
They listen to the small, steady waves as they flip
And tumble
And toss and turn
From the lake
The lake wearing a thin jacket of ice
The lake with a soulless heart
And a heartless soul
The stars perform a dance
More elegant than any ballet
The moon beams with pride
Pride so bright it
illuminates the earth that has been swallowed by a shadow
The pine trees glisten in the light
Footsteps
The quiet pitter-patter of feet
The crunch of boots in snow
The hushed voices of humans
That want to be hidden
But the voices escalate
From wind-like whispers
To shouts of thunder
CRACK
A sound so powerful
That just listening to it
Could split the bark of a tree
A sound so powerful
It can poison you with fear
Just by the sound of it
Screams
Screams flood the pine trees
But all they do is stand
And watch
And listen
Running
No, sprinting
Humans sprinting through the snowy forest
But only one makes it
The pine trees only see one
Bolt to the once brown dock
That is now white
Such a tiny human
Its breath shimmering in the moonlight
Slowly backing away
Ever so slowly
Like a snail
Liquid crystals pour
From two hickory brown faucets
The tiny human quakes
Like a tree when the wind is full of rage
As it continues to back away
Ever so slowly
Like a snail
Until its feet find the edge
Of the once brown dock
Gravity is not happy tonight
It's consumed by its cruel and evil side
The invisible force yanks the tiny human
From the sturdiness of the once brown dock
Breaking the enormous window
And plunging into the lake
The lake with a soulless heart
And a heartless soul
Splashing
So much splashing
Yet no one around
Except the forest guardians
But they only stand
And watch
And listen
Limbs freezing
Lungs exploding
Blood clotting
Heart failing
Brain…
B…
The tiny human sinks
Sinks
And sinks
Into the lake
As the pine trees stand
And watch
And listen
As the tiny human sinks
Into the lake
The lake with a soulless heart
And a heartless soul
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