The sound of laughter fills my head, the source of which I can't detect, the colours dance around like pious dervishes as the spiders crawl and lick my skin, out of the haze, he comes
His black cloak conceals his visage and he growls, he snatches my throat and sinks his teeth in my ears, I shriek in pain and claw at his head but to what effect, I cannot tell
He loosens his grip and I run as fast as my legs allow but he's consistently ahead of me, there's no escaping the castle of pain once the lord locks the gate
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A Collection of Poetry
PoetryI decided to start writing some poetry. This is a collection of poetry on different things such as nature or emotions.
