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The Night Of The Damned

Poetry By: Lord Hoth

Find your own meaning I dont have one for this poem

Submitted:Mar 29, 2007    Reads: 115    Comments: 6    Likes: 0   

The day is bright

The sky so filled with light

It is the time of the living

It is the hour for thanksgiving

Your so over run with cheer

No spot on your face is stained with a tear

I'm in the night

Nothing here is bright

Everything is dying

If someone gives thanks there lying

No one is happy here

There faces twisted weeping is all you hear

Then at once I decide to see your side of the world

I must be carefull or back into the night I'll be hurled

From behind a bush I gaze

This glee has me in a daze

As I watch you and the others dancing

My heart is filled with longing

Not for this side

But for you to be my bride

I approach you carefull to raise no dust

You hear me coming turn and glare with disgust

I try to explain

You have no time to listen to my pain

You scream for help

I dont have time to let out a yelp

I'm dragged back to my dark dwelling

While all this time for you I'm yelling

They throw me to the ground

Without making a sound

I just lay there and I cry

While you let out a relieved sigh

The edge of the barrier by me will for you always be scanned

But I will forever be here condemend to the night of the damned


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