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Genesis


In March

Night exceeds day

So when people search for light

They see nothing but the world

Consumed by darkness.

Too much darkness

For a normal person.

But hunters are not normal people.

They welcome darkness, and anything in it.

Jet-black shadows.

The perfect place to hide.

People fear the unknown. Especially in the dark.

But of course, none of this is true.

The shadows are everywhere.

In a house.

In her bedroom.

A sleeping beauty dreams about

Saving people, hunting things,

Things that do not exist in the real world.

Because, of course, none of this is real.

 

She wakes up from her dream

Just to make it through another day in reality.

She dreams of being a hunter

With the Winchesters by her side,

Traveling the country in the 1967 Chevy Impala

Searching for a new job, a new hunt.

This girl is able to withstand the horrors of reality

Because she knows that her favorite show

Supernatural

Will not come to an end.

She looks forward to pretending 

That Dean and Sam are with her on a job,

Saving people, hunting things,

And she knows that she has nothing to fear

In the shadows

For another year, another season

Because she can pretend.

But of course, it is only a dream.

 

We create our own demons. 

The most feared stop people 

From being themselves.

They fear the shadows.

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