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