Unknown is all they are known by
Since they have no souls
They creep, slide, slither by night
And by day are simply ghouls
Twitch.
Twitch.
There goes the door.
They come for you in the night
Whet they are needy and bored.
None have ever come back
From the death trip they took.
Everyone we know and love, they lack
Of knowledge where the others should look
For the restless souls by day
And never to leave by night
For you truly will be caught astray
And they will take you; You cannot fight
They have a firey glaze to them
I have seen them once before.
They took my little brother then.
And I just can't ignore
The screams that leap from time to time
In my head, they rest apply.
The piercing yelps that chime
Again. Again. Again...
Help them
Help me. Help.
Hm?
Comments
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Yay
Wow. I guess I am pretty good...
so anyways yes it is the new me! I am now MorningMist
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Great job, self!
Wow... I guess this is a good poem!
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wow
wow, powerful
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