Poetry of a Blind Girl

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Red

In the dead of night the dead awake

Dirt fell as their old frames quake

As the bare trees fall and shake

The strength unmatched

Doom has been dispatched

As terror hatched

Skin cold

Eyes bold

Stories told

Of souls sold

Those who suck blood

Hiding under a dark hood

Nobody screams, even if they could

Like a wild animal

Running mile after mile

With a sickly sweet smile

Looking for a means of survival

I am one of them

The smell of blood excites me so

This is something you must know

Should you be the next to go

7/1/2021