Might Most Feared. Teared Eyes Of Victims Most Ferociously Burn.
Run. The Blaque Knight Is Back. Run Until Caught & Beheaded By His Blaque Sword. Hear, Now, The Ferocious Whinnies Of His Dread Blaque Steed.
Indeed, We R N 1984 A.D.: Same Philosophy, Same Fragile Humanity.
Inhumanly, Darquely, The Blaque Knight Atop Pile Of Fresh Kill, Dead Bodies.
Times R Indeed Of A Dire That Has 1nce More Manifested This Legendary Figure Of Nightmare.
Stare 2 Long & B Driven Mad. The Blaque Magiks Of The Blaque Knight R Now Seen Taking Over This Witching Hour 2 Fully Takeover The City Ahead.
Dread Knight How The Goth Things Do Revel Amidst The Energies Of Your Return.
Gone. The Blaque Knight Is Now Gone Off Into The Ahead. F.E.A.R., Fully: The Return Of The Blaque Knight.
- Author: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 24th, 2022 13:43
- Comment from author about the poem: The Halloween Spirits Of This Particular Year R Already Taking Me Over.
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 3
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.