Elder of the Shadows

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A Poem about the city.

Submitted: December 05, 2007

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Submitted: December 05, 2007

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Elder of the Shadows
 
This city is nothing but dead end streets
Steam rising from vents
Vague shadows move
They hold the secrets of the night
They stand fast
Maintaining constant vigilance
Victims cry in the alley ways
Souls swept away with the wind
Off in the distance a church bell rings
 
Then they come face to face
Neither ready to make the move
Then in a split second…….
Nothing happens
 
Tension is high
Everything silent
An exchange of the minds
Which we would never understand
As they are stitched on the seams of death
Beyond comprehension
They take from us what they need
And leave the rest


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