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A horror is on its way, tyrannizing me every time I think of it.


Submitted:Dec 7, 2011    Reads: 82    Comments: 23    Likes: 9   


I hear the werewolf cry and wail

As I look at the full moon

I know, the time is coming soon

And I'm just a bit too ready

My hair is fluttering back and forth

As I wonder what am I waiting for

A sound, a cry or something unheard

Waiting for me to unleash

The shadows around me darken

And the sound of approaching horror

Takes over my body

And a chill creeps through my neck

For, O God, I know

That something terrible is on its way

But what could I do but wait?

Since I have nothing to say

To wait is like piercing knives

Through my heart everytime

A sound comes or some wind chime

Strangles me with a rhyme

I hope it will come soon

The slaughter should not be awaited

And as I still remain restless

I realize it's becoming day

The night will come again

To horrify me through itself

I will again be torn apart

Between the graves of the unrest





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