Poetry # 4 - Dark Shadows

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The dark shadows covered my face,

To break my fears and let it be embraced.

The shadows let me choose what to do,

I chose nothing and I was like a broken torpedo.

The dark shadows wanted me to be dead and scorched,

I thought of stepping back and be untouched.

They forced me to come to their side,

But I refused and put them aside.

Their eerie face totally creeped me out,

And I have nothing to do but show a disgusted pout.

Their black shadows caught my soul,

And I have nothing to do but leave a gruesome foul.

I am already caught and I would be already dead,

My body will be scorched and they will cut my head.

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