A winters fire, and candle light
A Stephen King book
with some fright
Foggy and damp, with blue moonlight
Wind making my old house creak
Shutters slamming as we speak
A spider swinging above the flame
Unrecognized, she has no name
My old dog, warming her bones
My feline curled with her, so shes not alone
100 proof peppermint schnapps
With hot chocolate, and raindrops
A distant wolf howling, or maybe the wind
Imaginations running, when I descend
Into unknown outcomes, from pages within
I can no longer pretend
This perfect introverts night, only a fellow introvert could comprehend
~Nishka Tupac
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