Darkness rises on high
The shadows creep near
A heart swallowed by hate
A soul chilled by fear
Watch the crimson flow
Spilled in vain
Tortured and troubled
Feel his pain
Trapped in a nightmare
Once a sparkling dream
He knows now
Nothing is ever what it seems
Close the silken curtain
Lock and bar the door
The rising darkness closes in
Harsher then before
It doesn't ask for much
but there is a price to be paid
A piece of you wishes you'd run
But instead you stayed
YOU ARE READING
Of Love and Darkness
PoetryThis is a book of poetry. Some are of hope and love, while some are full of the darkest parts we hide inside our hearts.
