This is one of the first creepy/dark poems I have written, so I am not sure how it turned out. This actually was kind of based off a line from The Name of the Wind. Please, any and all comments are welcome!
He roams the Earth,
devoid of all expression.
He steals the breath from men,
letting their blood drip to the ground.
Human strength brought to bear
is not enough to stop him.
The sword that pierces his skin
and grinds against his bones
has no effect on him.
He simply strikes the holder down
and moves on to the next victim,
searching with his blank, soulless eyes.
Armies with the finest weapons
of tempered steel
are not enough to faze him.
No one is safe
while this demon exists.
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