The wind howls silently Afraid it might carry the footfalls Of the approaching demon To the ears of the unsuspecting.
The wind carries the burden, The stench of decay with it,
Masking it under the guise, Of a magic sweet and cloying.
The wind rustles the trees,
In a dance, macabre,
Announcing to the world, The demon has come.
Who is this Demon?
Even the wind is kept ignorant,
From the knowledge of this being,
Of seemingly omnipotence.
For the demon lives,
In every black heart, In every dark thought,
In every silent corner Of a soul torn apart.
The demon is there, always, Rustling beneath your skin, Creeping underneath your veins, In your darkest secrets, Your deepest lies.
Hark! Be wary, for the demon... Is always somewhere in you.
- The Bardkeeper.
Hello Collective,
Today we showcase a poem written by our very own Bardkeeper, so we can't really toot our own horn... XD
But do tell us if you liked this, and would like to see more of the poems we have written. But this collection is yours, its life blood is the verses that flow from you to us. So, send us your Haunted Verses and stand a chance to be featured in this collection!
The Bards, WPRS.
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