Creature
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- Parts 5
Ongoing15m
Last published Tue, Jul 1, 2014
We musnt speak loud,
for Creature is here now,
watching, and waiting.
Feeding from fear,
the crys he can here,
In the shadows he stays,
in search of his prays.
For when darkness falls,
the creature crawls.
Eyes of black,
skin of gray,
teeth of knivies,
and hands of clay.
For when he's done nothing shall remain,
not bones nor blood,
for Creature has taken you away.
Β©coppyright 2014 all rights reserved to Realitys-A-Buzz-Kill. For more information e-mail me at nicky.tilly@yahoo.com
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