Dim, Witching Hour, and Tensions

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~Dim~

The candle light flickers and licks the air

As you stare at it

You find yourself wrapped around it

The dim little candle

It turns from red to orange within an instant

It bring warm and sight

You find yourself wrapped around it

The dim little candle

~Witching Hour~

The wind howls signaling the time

The sky burst with light

As you run off into the night

With torch in hand and fantasy on the mind

You speed away into the night

The mysterious magic that lurks in the forest you wish to find

Now the Witching Hour has begun

~Tensions~

He looks at me I look at you

His glare is glued on you

You make a move he wants me gone

He says a word you she me gone

You're mad at me who's mad at him

He mad at me who's mad at you

I'm mad at you who's made at him

Who will ask the first question?

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