Fears Legacy

by President Dead   Nov 3, 2005


Fear is the black cloud,
That stalks you in the light,
Fear is the dark shadow,
That follows you through the night.

Fear is the endless torrent,
That flows under your door,
Fear is the shadow of hope,
That will last forevermore.

Fear spreads like fresh blood over flesh,
Like a cold knife of deceit,
Those who try to run from fear,
Their struggles are discreet.

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  • 18 years ago

    by RetroRavey

    Heh heh... Fear is my favorite. anywho, excellent as usual, what more can I say.

    RLS

  • 18 years ago

    by RetroRavey

    Heh heh... Fear is my favorite. anywho, excellent as usual, what more can I say.

    RLS

  • 18 years ago

    by VioletRaven

    Very dark, in reading I could almost hear a ominous voice whispering the words. This poem sends a shiver up your spine. Very well written, I like the rhyming scheme and cannot fault the length and structure. This poem is one of my favourites.
    *VioletRaven*

  • 18 years ago

    by aliiiii

    Thats really good. its interesting..lol. Um, ya...5/5. ttyl

  • 19 years ago

    by Grotesque Angel

    This is a comment

    Thankyou for your time
    Matt

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