Night

by Bella   Mar 11, 2008


Darkness surrounds all
Shadding a shadowy mist
Night has come to pay a call
Pure things are in for a twist

Footsteps following you home
You risk a glance behind
Your imagination begins to roam
Your stalker is invisible to find

The shadows twist
Moving with ease
Your next on deaths list
Your gut gives a squeeze

A misty graveyard
Souls secret learned
The humans raise their guard
Once so pure, she had been turned

A girls innocence lost
She is no longer pure
For her life, her virtue was the cost
For this, death is the only cure

Night is a time
unlike the rest
Perfect for the crime
To show my darkness crest

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