Darkness
The claws that grip your throat
Savoring the fear,
The fear that drips thickly
Glorious smirk etched in the black
Strident gong of the night shredding your soul
Ghastly visage with silenced shriek
Cold whispers in your ears
Chills that pierce through your skin
While running down your body with vile giggles
Bones freezing in Its mighty will
Potent Will,
Delicate Innocence,
Pure Soul,
Torn away by the merciless grip
Empty laughter
Helpless cries
Heavy mist of rotting stench
Young Song