Everything deemed gloomy and thy atmosphere was creepy;
Saplings were lofty and wolves were hawling;
Breeze was blowing and bat's were Screeching;
Cloud was thrashing thy moon and thy stars;
While thy peal of thunder was spawned,
And embarked tripping with a bulky resonate;
Which made thy woodland itchy;
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