His soul was the twilight in the dawning of the dusk. The evening fog was thick as custard, clouds polka-dotted the sky. All the colors of the sunset; the richness of the spectrum melted together like a fire of passion in two lover’s eyes. The leaves on the trees green as the greed of a rich man hoarding his money from the poor. The dirt, gooey and brown like chocolate pudding dried on a small child's face. The dust swirling in the air as light as feathers and the water in the creek as fluid as the blood flowing within my veins. The hum of the water sparkling was as quiet as crickets crooning. The moonlight that would soon shine would burst through the cracks of the trees and give them the appearance of the most heavenly angels. The sounds of the forest would magnify and become intense, just like the few heart-pounding moments before the amplifiers would explode at a Kiss concert. The forest would become, no longer a place to play, but an area in which to fear. A place that would happen to be as mysterious as a raven and fearsome as a tigress prowling in the night.
More to be written later....
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