Fith hour rolls by slow
every joke every giggle
is a story to be told
never in my life I realised
being alone feels so cold
an elder moves to the front
his voice loud and clear
he annonced a new arrivel is here
soon the group all fell quiet
for once they acted civel
it felt so evil a plan to be constructed
then he walked in
bumps spread across my skin
as my heart skipped
one,two,three
someone is staring straight at me
their gaze felt as if they could see inside
or as if right through me
ice blue eyes
sun kissed skin
shaggy brown hair
smooth silky voice
the world had melted
as if an ice cube in hell
my thoughts had scattered
jumbled up to form unreadable sentences
my knees dare shake so wobbly it felt like an earth quake
is he the one they call a snake
burried in the cloak of an angel
is inside him a hunter and I its prey
one day pass two follows on the third
its hard to ignore the roaring thunder in my ears
of my heart beating steadily and fast against my ribs
my mind starts to run
say hi don't speak
give a smile don't dare look
as i am lost in my thoughts
like a stray dog on a rainy night
staring at my worn out book I hear the sound of an angel
or is this the sound of the devil waiting for the momment
the right momment to strike like a streak of light
from the sky of a stormy night
The voice speaks
Hello
it came from above i tilt my head back enough
for the vail of hair to seperate to pear above it's him
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