Blog:Stranger Darker Better- The Falling Tower

In the dark of night a cold creeps in

A palpable chill that steals our breath

The darkness swirls and churns and beats

Thrumming with agony consuming his being

An oak tree, strong and tall, begins to quake

Its branches shuddering in the whipping winds

This tree so old, so

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