The black cloak
The black walkthrough cloak was draping sadly towards the forest floor.
Step in it, you never dare. The last person who stepped in it vanished.
Dark black colours made the cloak look terrifing.
Painted bronze made it hard like rock, with long and rough sleaves.
The cloak was a stiff, frozen walkway.
When I was strolling through the forest the last time, I saw the cloak and someone walked through it and never came back.
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