souls whisper
A soul's Whisper
I feel something evil stewing once more,
A darkness that I can't ignore.
I can't run, I can't hide anymore.
The foul beast has found me, in the shadows his army does surround me, tearing at what is left of my very soul.
These horrid creatures don't ask any questions they do not care.
Your physical shell is simply there, in the way.
It is nothing but a mere stumbling block to them.
In the way of what they crave, to take the soul before the body is in the grave.
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Tainted Fables
Poetrya book of short fiction and poetry with a magical theme. there are a few tales of faries, a wolf-prince that is a shifter. One is a story of a warlock who's wife was burned at the stake and he uses his gift of magic to bring her back for revenge. Th...
