Vampyres creep.
Faeries flutter.
The werewolf howls.
Drips in the gutter.
Wind sighs.
Is that a ghost?
Some people take this.
Better than most.
Moans echo.
Eerie apparitions.
Skeletons chatter.
Fear? Delicious!
The dark hides.
Weird, spooky harm.
But without the dark,
We'd never see stars.
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Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
