Frore Roads Less Travelled

Frore Roads Less Travelled

Chills in the air winters closing in.

I have to make it home somehow where do I begin,

I’m lost and afraid nothing to guide me.

Exposed to the elements with only these bare trees surrounding to hide me.

Where did I go wrong, or did I somehow take the wrong path. I hope I make it home before it becomes too dark.

These haunting sounds that fill this wooded lair are a constant reminder of something unholy disturbing the air,

One by one all my worst fears begin to unravel as I continue down these frore roads less travelled.

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