The Hand

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I open my eyes,

And hear faint cries.

As I start to stand,

I feel a hand.

The hand pulls me,

It pulls me to a place no man will ever see.

I am in a dark hall,

With blood on the wall.

Creaures draw near,

I run in fear.

They begin to scream,

I cover my ears, is this a dream?

Large arms reach out towards me,

They grab me I try to break free

The hand is back,

Its bloody and black,

what was going on?

The arms stop and then are gone,

I fall to my knees in pain.

Why was I in pain, I tried to regain,

But the pain was to much.

To be continued....

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