In the darkness it howls,
Towers above other woes,
Cries, it does, shouts, screams, it bellows,
Onward it comes. the black crawls,
Moving closer, screeching, t’blood curls,
Envelops me in its maw
Silence, away I am drawn.
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Author:
whoweare (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Do you get it? Do you feel it too?
- Category: Reflection
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