We're tiptoeing through, sneaking past.
Make haste, my friend! Be silent but fast.
Our words are none, and minds are full.
Sneaking past the beastly wolf.
His ear twitches, and nose moves.
The noise dies down, and our speed improves.
Here lies a evil, fire in his eyes.
Hot stale breath, and a string full of lies.
We freeze, he's up, waiting to feast.
Here before us, is the demonic beast.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
