Author: Soulless havok PM
What are we to do if not but to flee in the face of danger that knows not mortality?Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Supernatural - Words: 187 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 11-15-12 - id: 3074725
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That can never die which never bleeds...
yet still its darkened halls we creep.
Never warnings will we heed,
when for faith in naught we take our leap.
Call of darkness, echoes beheld,
Something sinister this way does lurk.
Man and shadow, fusion unholy...
Crawling, creeping through His eerie murk.
Merely once, we saw His face,
His ambience is clear
Now we cannot flee His grace.
His transience we fear
Always will we fall aground,
A silent grasp, the closure of life
'Til corpses of his victims fresh are found.
Never shall He know our strife
And now it's over,
our story is done.
If you see Him coming,
be sure to run.
Look not behind you,
don't dare a glance;
your God won't save you,
you won't have a chance.
If you survive this tale from the crypt,
A horror we so bitterly fit...
Never return, never turn back!
Lest He come for you
and the world for you will turn black.