Deep in the hollows,
They gently make their way.
Deep in the jungles,
They make the trees sway.
Slowly, steadily,
They slither in your dreams.
They leave behind no messes,
Just deep frightened screams.
They are the scarecrows,
That chase away your joy.
They are the Trojan Horses,
That enter in your Troy.
Evil, Demon, Devil,
A few of their name.
A black unknown shadow,
That makes one scream in pain.
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COCKTAIL
Poetry"In the sea of emotions, My life's a rough sail. To drown the storms out, I pour a glass of COCKTAIL." Who knows what life suddenly throws at you? Lemon? Apple? Cherry? Orange? The bigger thing is to make a cocktail out of it. After all, what bette...
