Darkness creeps about the edges
Fog rolls in dark and dank and smelling of rotten flesh
Footsteps beat in an endless tattoo
upon the cold hard ground
It was easiy to see why so very long ago
In the endless valts of time
They, the ones who rule decided to make a sacrifice
I hear the footsteps the crunch of ice
i am ready
this night they will not catch me
I run ducking and weaving through the endless forests,
They swoop taking advantage of my fragilaty
Pain blossems exquisite
I try most despratly to scream
But the cruel and heartless creatures,
Have split my throat
Blood splatters upon the ground
And weakly i crawl away
The sun will rise again
My blood as a sacrifice
Oh thats a grusome poem. I have no idea why i wrote it.
Mainly to bug my teacher i think.
~Morgaine
