The house is dark, the night alive.
The rain pours down, flooding the earth.
I long for a light, for someone's company,
But I am alone.
The trees sway in the wind.
Their waves would be welcoming,
If not for their eery cries.
Taunting me, calling to me.
I try to ignore, try to sleep; no use.
I am awake, and so is the night.
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