Tuesday, November 26, 2019


I walk with the living at day,
They do not hear a word I say.
They believe I’m alive like them,
But I’m stronger than any men.
I run like the wind past the trees,
Fly through the sky faster than bees.
My true self is hidden away,
I might be a little fey.
At night I walk with others,
They’re close to me like brothers.
“Who am I?” you might ask.
I might take you to task.
Take care not to open that door,
You’ll be in hell forevermore.

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