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Within the forest of dark dreams following the blur of a goblin-light, that led me over ugly streams, whereon the scum of the spawn was spread, and the blistered slime, in stagnant seams; Where the weed and the moss swam black and dead, like a drowned girl’s hair in the ropy ooze: And the jack-o’-lantern light that led, flickered the fox-fire trees o’erhead, and the owl-like things at airy cruise.
Within the forest of dark dreams following the blur of a goblin-light, that led me over ugly streams, whereon the scum of the spawn was spread, and the blistered slime, in stagnant seams; Where the weed and the moss swam black and dead, like a drowned girl’s hair in the ropy ooze: And the jack-o’-lantern light that led, flickered the fox-fire trees o’erhead, and the owl-like things at airy cruise.
𝐈𝐈.
Within the forest of dark dreams following a form of shadowy white with my own wild face it seems. Did a raven’s wing just flap my hair? Or a web-winged bat brush by my face? Or the hand of something I did not dare look round to see in that obscene place? Where the boughs, with leaves a-devil’s-dance, and the thorn-tree bush, where the wind made moan, had more than a strange significance of life and of evil not their own.
Within the forest of dark dreams following a form of shadowy white with my own wild face it seems. Did a raven’s wing just flap my hair? Or a web-winged bat brush by my face? Or the hand of something I did not dare look round to see in that obscene place? Where the boughs, with leaves a-devil’s-dance, and the thorn-tree bush, where the wind made moan, had more than a strange significance of life and of evil not their own.
𝐈𝐈𝐈.
Within the forest of dark dreams following a form of shadowy white with my own wild face it seems. Did a raven’s wing just flap my hair? Or a web-winged bat brush by my face? Or the hand of something I did not dare look round to see in that obscene place? Where the boughs, with leaves a-devil’s-dance, and the thorn-tree bush, where the wind made moan, had more than a strange significance of life and of evil not their own.
Within the forest of dark dreams following a form of shadowy white with my own wild face it seems. Did a raven’s wing just flap my hair? Or a web-winged bat brush by my face? Or the hand of something I did not dare look round to see in that obscene place? Where the boughs, with leaves a-devil’s-dance, and the thorn-tree bush, where the wind made moan, had more than a strange significance of life and of evil not their own.
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Birthdays are happy events, times when dreams come true. So dream a good dream; And let someone know! It just might work for you. Have a happy celebration one you'll always recall, and be aware on this day of days. You're the most special person of all!♡.
Happy Birthday for all Jeon Jungkook Roleplays, especially me and my beloved friends; Kouu, Shaula, Gugu, Niyomi, Delikoo, Rychie, and Akio.
Birthdays are happy events, times when dreams come true. So dream a good dream; And let someone know! It just might work for you. Have a happy celebration one you'll always recall, and be aware on this day of days. You're the most special person of all!♡.
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