Songs are written,
About the dead,
Secrets are hidden,
And written in red,
With the blood,
Of an unknown child,
A red flood,
An animal so wild,
Roams the night,
Filled with power,
Causes a fright,
Every one cowers,
As death nears,
People turn away,
And run from their fears,
On a dark day,
Written on the wall,
A dark tale is told,
To all,
Young and old,
Of a creature,
That lives in shadows,
With terrifying features,
All it knows,
Is how to kill,
All shall die,
By its will,
Under black skies.
YOU ARE READING
Kari's Drabbles
General FictionA collection of things I've written in the past. Most of these are on Deviant art, but I'm going to post them here as well.
