Creeping Shadow
Creeping shadow tall and black.
A frightful chill upon my back.
A hooded figure with sharpened claws.
A relenting fear you always cause.
Let me be - Oh deathly beast, for my soul is not to feast.
In denser night I run to hide, though still and silent you always find.
Where do you hide when darkness falls, when blackness calls and creatures crawl?
No matter place, nor time, nor space, the reaper’s hands do dark embrace.
A dead man sits upon a horse, warning you to heed the course.
Upon the wings of devils flight, the goblins plunder souls tonight.
Don’t let the shadow draw you close, for hungry demons would enjoy you most.
-Faith Serafin
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