Literature
Untitled Poem
Run from the Night's wake,
Be careful, make no mistake,
There are greater things at stake
Than what they can see
Look into Blood's cold stare,
See the truth that doth lie there
In the dark you must beware,
For Blood has allies many.
Every step is one giant leap
Through the horror knives reap
What secrets the future doth keep
When it is hidden behind a wall.
Here, Death is empowered
All light devoured,
You are left but a coward
Shunned by all.