The Spirit Walker
The hall I walk down is dark and cold,
Footsteps echoes nearer from the distance,
More than I are closed eyes wide open,
A mild draft of air gets warmer,
I look up into the darkness,for The Spirit Walker,
I can not utter a sound,my heart shutters,
Before too long all of this is gone,
My encounter of The Spirit Walker.
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