Wednesday, January 11, 2017

DEATH


blackout raven:

DEATH
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
It circles the town.
On windswept nights.
Low in the darkening shadows.
Waiting and watching.
For the perfect moment.
When the moon rides high.
And the stars twinkle bright.
Death will make its entrance.
Circling closer to its prey.
Claws extended.
Beak facing down.
Its clutch sharp and pointy.
Who will save us now?
THE DEAD GAME
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