On a dark, dark night, there was a dark, dark forest.

In the dark, dark forest, there was a dark, dark path.

Along the dark, dark path, there was a dark, dark house.

On the dark, dark house, there was a dark, dark door.

Through the dark, dark door, there was a dark, dark staircase.

Up the dark, dark staircase, there was a dark, dark room.

In the dark, dark room, there was a dark, dark table.

On the dark, dark table, there was a dark, dark box.

And in the dark, dark box, there was... a ghost. Who wants to know what you are doing on this dark, dark night.

Story is told by Gary Matrix

Gary Matrix 2


Thank you.

Gigi


cool.

Gacha Spooky


Just a poem with a lot of darks

Gary Matrix


Thank you.

Bluey


Nice