'Hell's Messengers'
Black Raven's Feathers Are Falling,
Like A Heavy Snow In Hell.
My Pale Skin Is Crawling,
But, Blindly, You Couldn't Tell.
I Stand There, Bawling,
Watching Where The Monster Dwells.
His Features Are Appalling.
I Silently Whisper My Last Farewell.
My Memories I Start Recalling,
At The Ringing Of My Final Knell.
~Written 11/15/15
Makaila B.
