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In the dead of night
He hunts
His wicked wings take flight
He is the reaper
The stealer of souls
Opposite of light
He is everything and nothing
Powerful
Hungry
A predator...
And we are his prey
What is our fate?
What happens now?
Are we too late?
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My Poetry
RandomPoems I wrote when I was just a little bean, to a few I've written as an adult haha.
