Winding paths that lead on forever
Caves that lead into nothingness
Leaves that always seem so perfect
A place for rituals to take place
Summoning the man that ticks and ticks
It's soothing out here
I heard something
It made a distinct ticking noise
I had no time to run
The last thing I saw was his orange eyes before darkness
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Poems (I guess?) I wrote when I was bored
PoetryI don't know what this is. Sometimes I just think if a title and go from there
