The Dark Hour of a Soul
In twilight's grasp, I sit alone
Whispers of darkness, my soul's throne
Ancestral lands, now scarred and gray
Evil's wake, a devastating sway
The shadows creep, they start to seep
Into my heart, a somber creep
The weight of pain, it bears me down
A lost soul, in this endless town
The whispers grow, a haunting cry
As darkness spreads, I wonder why
The echoes of a bygone past
Haunt me still, and will forever last
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Author:
Jamcaudle (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 28th, 2025 13:26
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Comments1
Very nicely worded and written it flows well and sends its message to the readers
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