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The midnight wind swept her hair
Like silken darkness across her face
She glanced once from side to side
Then continued with bold strides
Across broken rocks and fallen branches
Her aching feet finally arriving
Toes pointed toward the black iron gates
Eliza removed an object from her bag
Moonlight splashing a reflection
Onto the cold steel of the barrel
She thrust as hard as her body could bare
And the object flung over the gates
Into the blackness of the overgrowth
That strangled the cemetary markers
Looking like strange alien spiders
The cold black steel disappeared
The evidence was swallowed up
Never to have existed in the first place
Eliza trembled at her imagination
Half with dread and half with remorse
That she could never pull the trigger
Even pointed at that god forsaken monster
The sound of her name broke the silence
And echoed through the streets
She turned towards the direction
From where the creature was beckoning
Dropping her face and hunching forward
She slowly began to make her way back
To home where the creature kept her
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GentleKindness 