Monday, July 25, 2016

THE EVIL ONE


I walk quickly this night,
not knowing who lurks here.
The wind whistles softly,
lifting strands of my hair.
The moon hides its face,
behind the tall trees.
Shadows surround me,
as I make my way home
A footstep behind me,
makes me pick up my pace.
Is he coming for me?
The evil one of the night.
I feel his hands around me,
holding me close to his body.
I will not turn around.
I will not yield to him again.
THE DEAD GAME
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