The mist rolled in
like a thousand horses
galloping forwards,
smoke furled all around.
The moisture, droplets of air,
coating everything,
ina cooling blanket,
shivering cold.
As the mist rolled in,
enveloping the world,
completely.
Then, from out the hazy darkness,
a figure comes.
Slowly at first,
then with more purpose.
Eyes of steel,
heart of death.
He is coming.
There's nowhere to run,
nowhere to hide,
He is coming.
And he's coming,
for you.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
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Dark Attraction
الشعرA collection of deliciously, dark poems. #3 in Poetry - 9/6/18 I hope you enjoy and any time taken to read, is greatly appreciated and if you wanted to hit the little vote button or comment, you will have my eternal gratitude. H x The main theme of...
