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A fine night
Or so you thought
The moon decided to hide today
And even though not much on the ground is visible,
There is a showcase of stars in the sky.
You are sitting in your room
Looking out the window
Admiring the display of lights,
In the middle of your peace
You hear the echo of an intruder
The sound of someone demanding to get in
Could it be?
This late in the night?
Who would be brave enough?
Who would be willing to leave their residences, an hour past midnight, in order to get to you?
Maybe you just imagined it
Maybe the sound was nothing but a phantom of your imagination.
You decide to ignore it
And you resume your imagination
You let it pull you closer to the stars
Your whole existence revolves around the beauty of nature
It pulls you back to reality
You start to realize
Someone whats to get in
And you ignored them.
Your mind lacks the creativity to think
To think of the reason
Or the identity
Of the living soul standing at your door
You try looking out the window
Maybe a look at their face might turn the gears in your head
But the web of constellations only light the sky
And the ground remains blind
Knock Knock Knock
What a stubborn being!
Can't it have a bit of patience?
What could possibly be so urgent?
What could he possibly have to discuss at this hour?
Knock Knock Knock Knock
You leave your window
And march down the stairs
This being could not possibly be related to you
You finally reach the door and touch the ****
A thought strikes your mind
As sudden and powerful as when a firework reaches the sky
There was only one answer
Only one reason behind the why
Only one exception for peace in this marvelous night
This being was being chased
This person was trying to hide
This creature was in danger
It was asking for your attention
It was asking for your help
Was it too late?
Had the lonely soul left?
It was still there!
There was still hope
There is no time to waste
Your hand wraps around the handle of your door
Full of impatience
You pull open the door to the entrance of your house
You let the darkness embrace your entrance
The silhouette of the beast in the distance
You don't manage to see the face of the thing your just salvaged
Because the bullet was quicker than your eyes.
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