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As dark as inky jet !!

As dark as inky jet !!

It was a shadowy, sombre, pitch-black night..as dark as inky jet.. a howling wind was blowing & the ground was soaking wet

The full moon lay on his side in amidst the thickened cloud..lacking luster and luminosity beyond a misty shroud..

An eerieness like no other before, some say it was doom’s day.. tho not a soul dared to venture outdoors.. to keep out of harms way..

But there I stood in solitude looking up to the gloomy skies..my vision was impaired somewhat.. smokey smog blinded my eyes..

Not a single star was visible as the stormy squall did blast..sounding frighteningly spooky, I stood absolutely aghast..

An overwhelming fear of dread.. terror and trepidation.. made me run from where I stood in total consternation..

I ran and ran..like never before.. goosebumps prickled my heat.. drenched in a deluge of pouring rain.. it saturated me feet..

In a state of sheer exhaustion someone grabbed me making me SCREAM!! Then in a state of startled, confusion, I woke myself up from a dream..

 

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Jill Tait

Haha thank you My lovely Cherie ???

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