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by Ashelin Nov 22, 2005 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
On a dark, gloomy night When all is not right A blade comes down Making not a sound He stands over you As a cold wind blew His black hood fell back Strength to run, I lack My face becomes pale At the sound of a banshee wail I scream in fear The grim reaper is near How could this be? When did death touch me?
by Razorblade Romance
Mysteriously dark...