He approaches me with wings of steal,
Ridding life of darkness with no appeal,
He comes to me when in doubt most,
I often like to boast.
Face lit by candle light,
Sky lit by moonlight,
Here at my side he stays,
Forever in my gaze,
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Short Story / Horror
Short Story / Other
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