A child lying on a bead, curled into a ball.
Outside the wind blusters and howls,
More than leaves begin to fall.
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The monsters of the night do beckon,
Breaking everything in sight.
Wrapped in blankets, the child scowls.
Terrified for her life
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The child is older now,
Starting to make it on her own.
Still the winds do terrorize her,
And she feels... alone.
