With the snuffing of the candle,
darkness walks into the room.
A fine crack in the doorframe,
permits the misty gloom.
A figure lingers in the void,
not known upon this earth.
It’s sucking in all happiness,
any joyfulness and mirth.
A wail’s heard in the distance,
oh such an agonising cry.
All arms and legs are frozen,
can’t move them if we try.
Too late we understand now,
darkness has taken hold.
We should have taken more heed,
of stories that were told.
A witch who returns at Christmas,
after she was banished.
Following any darkness here,
they find the children vanish.
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