[tabby title="Poem"] I feel the tinglingDown my spineThe fresh air tickling on my skinThe weight off my shoulders My eyes had glanced into the beyondA piercing sightI nearly had some sort of frightI am scared Is this what it feels...

[tabby title="Poem"] Each night, it's the same dreamA glance at the darknessI've been running endlesslyIt is as if the road stretches to prevent me from reaching my destined prizeUntil the night of the pumpkin moon as I finally reached the...