Misty Meadows Once upon a time there was a boy. A boy who did not yet know who he would grow up to be. One peculiar Halloween, he was lured by the moon lit night to a house he had never seen. It was as dreary as his eyes As crooked as his teeth And just as uninviting as his fears Before he knew it One foot after the other The house got closer As did the poor boy's fate Who did not anticipate What the night would await. The door's creak announced The most peculiar of Beings At first much like a nightmare Pulling out of him the impulse of fleeing. A scare was all that is was And shortly after there he stood Unsure but eager to embrace The boy finally in his rightful place. Like a flower destined to wither The Being looked as if through a mirror Recognizing who he once had been He widened his eyes and started to grin. Then and there the boy could see How he was supposed to be He put on a big yellow smile And dared not flinch all the while. Captivated by a beacon of light The boy now sat across a fireplace Perhaps comforted by its' flaming warmth Yet different felt his gaze. "Let me tell you a story before bed" At once the raspy peculiar voice said. With a book now in his pale cold hands The boy wondered what were the creature's plans. The tale was old but the book was older. It spoke of a strange place that grew colder. Misty Meadows was no strange name As the creature read, more curious de boy became. The tale spoke of of a special little town Where days fall into a long night And the dark that was once bright Disguises even the tiniest of folk Hiding from the moon with a heavy cloak. The dense mist set the tone For the midnight's eerie silence alone Warned off the wary townspeople That sought shelter from the winds wheeple Dare you walk amongst the crisp fallen leaves Under the ever vigilant full moonlight Shadows will follow you like thieves And leave your heart filled with fright. Pumpkins are in every doorstep Like guardians they light the path. Yet one cannot be certain for whom For evert so often growls can be heard from the back room. Be prudent of what you hear And might your heart miss a bit Must you not be consumed by fear Or else true darkness you will meet. One might see a helpless lost boy But many were bewitched by his decoy For he will devour anyone's dreams Filling the darkest of nights with deadly screams. Perhaps they´d be better off with dwale For few live to tell the tale Of what the goes In the town of Misty Meadows.
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Misty Meadows
Once upon a time there was a boy.
A boy who did not yet know who he would grow up to be.
One peculiar Halloween,
he was lured by the moon lit night
to a house he had never seen.
It was as dreary as his eyes
As crooked as his teeth
And just as uninviting as his fears
Before he knew it
One foot after the other
The house got closer
As did the poor boy's fate
Who did not anticipate
What the night would await.
The door's creak announced
The most peculiar of Beings
At first much like a nightmare
Pulling out of him the impulse of fleeing.
A scare was all that is was
And shortly after there he stood
Unsure but eager to embrace
The boy finally in his rightful place.
Like a flower destined to wither
The Being looked as if through a mirror
Recognizing who he once had been
He widened his eyes and started to grin.
Then and there the boy could see
How he was supposed to be
He put on a big yellow smile
And dared not flinch all the while.
Captivated by a beacon of light
The boy now sat across a fireplace
Perhaps comforted by its' flaming warmth
Yet different felt his gaze.
"Let me tell you a story before bed"
At once the raspy peculiar voice said.
With a book now in his pale cold hands
The boy wondered what were the creature's plans.
The tale was old but the book was older.
It spoke of a strange place that grew colder.
Misty Meadows was no strange name
As the creature read, more curious de boy became.
The tale spoke of of a special little town
Where days fall into a long night
And the dark that was once bright
Disguises even the tiniest of folk
Hiding from the moon with a heavy cloak.
The dense mist set the tone
For the midnight's eerie silence alone
Warned off the wary townspeople
That sought shelter from the winds wheeple
Dare you walk amongst the crisp fallen leaves
Under the ever vigilant full moonlight
Shadows will follow you like thieves
And leave your heart filled with fright.
Pumpkins are in every doorstep
Like guardians they light the path.
Yet one cannot be certain for whom
For evert so often growls can be heard from the back room.
Be prudent of what you hear
And might your heart miss a bit
Must you not be consumed by fear
Or else true darkness you will meet.
One might see a helpless lost boy
But many were bewitched by his decoy
For he will devour anyone's dreams
Filling the darkest of nights with deadly screams.
Perhaps they´d be better off with dwale
For few live to tell the tale
Of what the goes
In the town of Misty Meadows.
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Hahaha I thought you’d be scared by the little monster but I guess he turned out kinda cute 😅🫣👹 thank youuuu ❤️❤️❤️